VISITING MY DAUGHTER by Janelle DuBois You're the girl I loved You're my solitude You're the quiet surrounding my solitude You're the cold marble and the green grass and the comforting canopy on wheels And most of all you're the carefree, brazenly yellow earth-moving machine, driverless, immobile, temporarily serene in the Sunday afternoon rain It's too wet for me to be here, too wet to visit you You're the girl I loved You're my solitude