Look at the shadow on our treenSeems we'll meet an early dusknLoretta looked up, the gray sky lownTwo-by-two on the busnnWater and anger in our housenThough she spoke of rainbowsnReaching the roof with soaking shoesnRiver's up, where'd she go?nnYou're wiser, LorettanYou're wiser, and only twenty-fivennChurning, the TV floating bynThrough our room and out the doornLoretta, she prayed for what to donIf it rained anymorennShe was a washcloth wet with lovenI was not; she was minenI'm in the olive tree next doornRiver's up to my eyesnnYou're wiser, LorettanMuch wiser, and only just in time