You will not follow me

Hello, goodbye



Take the first turn and head straight south

A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park

Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot

Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign

There you are, there you are

Wait a minute, I see, I see



Hello, goodbye



You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs

A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history

To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak

To the west bay windows letting in the light

A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night

you stand over there and I