Spring is in my hands and hair.
Sunlight in the empty air.
Arab ponies at the fair.
A fair season again.
Daylight hit’s the darkest street.
Pennies under children’s feet.
Ovens fry onions and meat.
Your friend is still your friend.
A red brick in a river bed.
Boys now rest your weary heads.
You will go where you are led
by you or someone else.
Heaven help the heavy heart
publicize its private art.
Everyone must come apart,
even you yourself.
Rain sits in a paper cup.
Watch her come and drink it up.
No one dares to interrupt.
It wouldn’t be polite.
Thorns and thistles, burrs and weeds.
Nashville’s where you’ll learn to read.
You will get just what you need.
For every man a fight.
Ashes in the firepit.
A ring of stones surrounding it.
Redwood trees so tall and thick.
A perfect place to haunt.
Branches mutter in the wind,
it’s time for you to start again.
With any luck you’ll break even.
What more do you want?
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