Note: This is a poem in the booklet of Educated Guess, but it is not read on the CD

A girl with the sun of her youth
At her back
And the shadow of her womanhood
Before her on the stones
Is approaching with a delicate
Clip clop clack
Her sandals full of toes
That i suppose are headed home

It's early in the evening
And up and down the river
People begin to gather
Pearls of laughter
On a strand
I thought solitude would save me
It was pious
It was grand
But the monk that walked beside me
Just let go of my hand