Keep your composure
On our walk down over
To the lake on this eve of Aug
A handful later
We'll be wandering Camelot
Reeling from these stems and cheeba
Caterina
Trying to be merry
It's only momentary
The smoothing of the edges of this trial
On me that day
She surely went wild
And love like that earns anyone a breather
Caterina
Put everything I am and was
And shove it in a box
Hold and take it with you
Into your grave
Beneath the grass
The mud and rocks
The roots and all of this clay
Finally a quiet place
Goodbye, so long, see ya
The idea of Caterina