Ducks and a Fiddle

Car accidents and bomb threats. A burning field of corn. I still see the flashing lights. The nine of clubs for a friend. She's given up hope. Used to want a tiny house on some land. Ducks and a fiddle. Instead, she prowls the city streets looking for a man she wouldn't recognize and who is surely not there. She's down and done. For tonight. I tell her to call me. Remind her that she's not alone.