Just not to say

We felt drowsy, in that shop.
What lousy blouses they were.
We went busy in blouse shop

Wasting a sun choosing blouse
But not to say, we grew afraid.
Tired we were through the sun

Just to say we missed the sea
We missed sun’s slow- falling
The crow waiting for its crumb.

Just not to say we were afraid.
Blouse was a color of mustard
That reminded death in blouse.