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bitter leaves
04:51
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in the tall trees, evergreen
towering above my car
bitter leaves in my mouth
bitter water pouring down
in the bright green eyes of spring
dust and blossoms on everything
early light on the bed
bitter coffee outstretched
and the soft flowers in my throat
parting clouds in my blood
mockingbird on the edge of the land
bitter things brought me here
bittersweet growing
bittersweet trying
bittersweet sunlight
touching what i'll leave behind
little leaf in my hand
standing young in the breath of time
in the tall trees behind us
warm shadows cradle the light
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Ink
06:05
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I told myself again, all I need
is to sing the truth, say what it is
all my words belong to the wind
and like the wind are passing
I gave my faith to days of total mystery
Still I'm holding out for some kind of clarity
but this is where the road has led,
this is where the ink has bled
In the rain of my trying
In the rain of living
you asked me if I'd go on one last walk
down to the sound
where we had apples by the docks
but I said no, that sounds too sad
never ready for goodbye like that
but the leaves still had to fall again
and now I can't call you a friend
what do you need when the day is done
no, you're not the only one
I crash and cry over myself
like a wave, like a glass
off the high shelf
hold your breath and go under
take my hand and go through
so you're not the only one
what do you need
the day is done
just to hear the morning dove
just to see the moon above
if she'll be around tonight
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3. |
rows
03:44
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broken one, walking through the headstones
reading the graves beneath the glistening crows
they call between the trees up high
i crouch down beside the half frozen pond
sad soft lungs covered in leaves
cold red water steeping old tea
cloves of grief buried in the rows
underneath the dust of snow
crescent suns cutting at the shadows
empty moon mirroring the fallows
oats and coffee warming on the stove
to keep my body here while the rest of me goes
the past bled out under the white sky
and the snow silent telephone wires
who will sing the memory?
who will touch the leaves while I'm asleep
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4. |
song for sa
03:45
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sarah, rough and tumble,
into your soft grass eyes i stumble
inside the tent, hear the storm clouds rumble,
passing in the northwest skies
honey, clouds in your hair
tangle and bramble and petals where
i lay my head - an abyss, a feather-bed
sarah, crumbs in the bed
a shoe or two and the things we said
i like to count the little things
orange curtain and the rings of time
oh now, choosing the blues
choosing surrender, choosing to choose
the road goes on for miles
but i wanted to stay a while
sarah, mystery unfolding
all the things our hearts are holding
i wanna wake in the blue dawn,
naked as the truth
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green apple
03:11
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green apple, you have a bruise
green apple, i twist your stem
when i was young, my knees on your skin
so green and real
rose, i sat on the shore
faith, i need you more
than all the vines need their wooden posts
and all these thoughts just strangle my heart
will we have time for all that we need
they're saying a child will be lucky to grow as old as me
part the tall summer grass with your hands
and where you lay leave the shape of your sleep
dark moon high above the house
while the full moon glows in my dream
in the early hours, freckles on your skin
so stark and real
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yarrow
04:26
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now you're too tired to sit up and write
you wore yourself out and now it's night
i saw you by the side of the road
you took a flower and you said an ode
on the body of a road kill
wet red where the blood spilled
and your tears made a world
where i could live
and your hands were cold
with the mud of roots
pulled from the dark
searching for so long now
for medicine of the heart,
here as the calling birds
that cut through the dead worlds
left behind by the harrow
a long stem of pink yarrow
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paper moon
04:03
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you just left
feels like you're gone
childhood in your eyes
palms and blue sky
i just wanted you to cry
want you to tell me we'll die
one day
don't lie
paper mirror, paper moon
we say we'll see each other soon
but i don't want to see you
not with my eyes
i just want to feel you through
the mystery of time
and change
i would make you a hot salt bath
and take you to the meadow grass
where you wouldn't need to hide anymore
and you could know that you've died before
and come back again
cause everything goes through the door
letting go the deepest core
childhood in your eyes
the burning page goes back to the sky
alive
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salton sea
06:35
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the curve of the earth holds the roots of the bush
and the arms of the bush hold the curve of my back
and the curve of my back holds the tusks of the ribs
and the ribs hold the heart
and the heart brought you here with me
a thousand miles south to the salton sea
and sees you play in the flight and song of the desert birds
so i think of the swallows on the oklahoma quarter
and the kid who played in the humid night
strange i brought all this here with me
to a land that asks me to let go
let go of the stories that keep me apart
from the rest of the dust and the wind
toady i am this young form
crouched beside the creosote bush
borrowing my breath from the sky
tulsa birds don't fly so far,
where you are is where you are
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to the spout
03:08
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one weed growing up to the spout
the stone of my ring fell out
wind pushin hard in the october sun
and the birds alight as one
i listened to the microphones
and worked on the greenhouse alone
searched the ground for the moonstone
and i cried when it was gone
now only, the rose/rows
and the sweet
traces of memory
maybe i'm afraid to reach
maybe i'm split in two
the heartbeat of a sleeping bear
a flower yet unbloomed
hiding in the dark
playing the part
oh but once my heart
did alight as one
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rogue river
03:47
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river, river
you know my child name
i was full of sadness
i was full of pain
but when i'm close to myself again
i know by how i'm also
close to the sun
i know by how i'm also close to the rain
and i am also
close to the river
fishing weights and throwing stones
floating logs and leaves
river why do some things on you float
while others sink?
river sometimes we are busy carrying all the rain
the heavy cold rain and the melting snow
river, river
what's it like to be full?
river i see this morning
you're busy carrying all the rain
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bitter grasses Providence, Rhode Island
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