He darted into the room As if somebody was hot at his heels Yelling: Grab what you can woman, We’re leaving this instant.
I hardly managed To rustle up two bundles together and we were on the way. He would not carry a thing until we crossed the border. Where his kingdom ended he stopped, picked up A pebble, a twig, then gently stroke
A flower, plucked a fig from a tree, and laughed And danced like a madman freed from his menace. I could tell there was no fixed destination. That’s how he was that day, the fool I married for all the burdens of love.