Escape

One foot immersed the plan rehearsed, then off at speed to do the deed. Two hours on the moon had gone. The river flowed kind willows bowed. He must have caught a glimpse but thought I'll let him pass won't tell the brass. And fate did swim (just as a whim) alongside sweetly although discreetly. She quickly kissed rose in the mist tend to another perhaps his mother. Who sat with tears and choking fears at home alone right by the phone. She had to wait in that sad state until it rang or for the bang of shots out west beyond the crest of river's waves where someone braves incarceration in one small nation so many died and mothers cried.