Your empty shoulders as
I whisper silent words of
Love and longing in your
Lonely, unadorned ear….
i met you at the heather-field trying to sing sunday girl as loud as
possible without scaring the neighbours and the people all in the field
There are people I would die for. There are people I would die for.
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My neighbor, true to his word,
brought an ax and felled the tree at its stump
He was right, of course.
Until we see each other again
when the Wind blows,
Your Loving Father, Job
Billows were breaking, sea against sand,
long before prime had rung from any bell—
I can either fall or plunder
Or maybe it’s better
To surrender to the fear
Of life and death
And all that surrounds it.
Hello music of the stars! Hello
sunburn! I am ready to shed my
inhibitions.