The lily-pads are pulling us closer.

The motor, half up, and going nowhere.

We should have seen them coming,

Bulletproof vests and a boat with an awning.

They caught us yawning

With our hearts in our throats

And hands all a-shaking.

Asked us our names while taking

Our pictures and calling it in.

I thought of my dreams from the morn

When we went to the wedding,

And I tore up the bedding

To sew a nice suit for the day.

I wish I could have just stayed.