Lenora Lloyd


Give me a pawnshop girl

Worth a fortune in hope,

Because I'm rich.

Give her sky blue eyes

To get found in,

For the lost.

Make her from records of Zinc Alloy,

A humble tenement lady.

Books from the attic I still haven't read,

Christie mysteries.

Take some new photographs

And dip them in the Light room.

Escape from Nostalgia

And search for the songs

That never were

But now will be.

So give me a pawnshop girl,

And I'll pay for her in dreams.

She'll be anything but cheap.

A new beginning

Of everything.