Companion Piece

[Verse 1]
Medea bets but all odds are bad
Forgets her fake orchids hang slumped towards the ground
Black under eyed, her red shirt, this morning was white
The joke wears molecular thin
Asks the son kind
To wait patient outside
She knows he won’t mind
She’ll be ready, we’re sure, in time

[Verse 2]
Weds waking hours with skillful contain
Convinced the news lady keeps saying her name
Tells her they mean well short phone calls away
Salt pinched worn with winning malaise

[Chorus]
God peered from the stage wing
Finale curtain spirit lift
Or at least she thinks
Guess it’s best to expect nothing

Asks the sun kind
To wait patient outside
She hopes it won’t mind
She’ll be ready, we’re sure, in time