I saw an eagle on a pole,    I think it was an eagle   Could’ve been a hawk or a crow   as I was looking through the dirty airport window      Turned my head, saw you instead   checking you’re suitcase from California   I returned, the bird had burned   while the middle mothers slowed their speaking (?)   Taxi      I read your long letter yesterday   folded and trapped in an envelope   should’ve sent a simple postcard, I guess   greetings from the floating casino      (?) precious, time itself is   when you’re passing, spending or killing it   gambler’s prize would be bloodshot eyes and a complementary breakfast   by the slot machines      I wish you the best!   Forget the rest!   When I said when I was sick(?)   I missed you’re skin, so I asked the wind   to tear you from me, to tear you from me      I saw an eagle on a pole,   I think it was an eagle   Could’ve been a hawk or a crow   as I was looking through the dirty airport window      That’s months ago, before the snow   I’m tired of always hearing about how things turned   You have chosen sun and ocean,   so I guess you never have to learn      Will you my love?   Will you my love?