Miko, at work

Remember when we had Miko in Pasticcio Palais? You're right! It was our very first Holiday issue - #2 - wow! Seems like only yesterday! Remember when Joan Baez sang it (written by Bob Dylan?) (And yes, I am skipping from subject to subject with no rhyme nor reason today. Maybe because it's Winter Solstice...)

Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind,
down in a Gypsy Café,
with a friend of a friend of mine,
who sat with baby heavy on her knee,
and spoke of life most free from slavery,
with eyes that showed no trace of misery.
A phrase in connection that I heard her say that love is just a four-letter word.

Outside a rattling storefront window
cats meowed at break of day.
Me, I kept my mouth shut, knew I had no words to say.
My experience was limited and underfed.
You talking while I hid
to the one who was the father of your kid.
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard you say that love is just a four-letter word.

Though I never knew just what you meant
when you were speaking to your man,
I could only think in terms of me
and now I understand.
After waking enough times to think I see
the Holy Kiss that's s'posed to last eternity
blow up in smoke, it's destiny,
it falls on strangers, travels free.
Yet I know now traps are only set by me.
And I do not really need to be assured that love is just a four-letter word.