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Whippoorwill
02:42
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Whippoorwill, you’re not singing anymore
you’re just crying at my window
big old wind, you don’t move me anymore
you’re just screaming with no sound
you’re good & smart & nice & kind
it’s just your way
everyone who knows you dear would say the same
shining star, I can’t feel you anymore
your light won’t reach to me
apple blossom, go back inside
it isn’t time for spring
my sweet friend, I’m toiling beside you now
we wade through days and wait for change to come around
oh bird, oh wind, oh star, oh appletree
if you’re sad, if you’re glad I don’t mind it
you’re morning bells to me
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Orange Thunder
03:40
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If I’m feeling well enough
I won’t mind it so much
if the head of the mop falls off
when I’m closing down the shop
brush her hair back
warm, brown strands
soaked soft in vinegar and orange thunder
in my hands
if I’m feeling well at all
when I rinse the breadboard off
I’ll pretend that it’s a baby in the sink
still too small to use the tub
so tender, I am washing
criss-cross marks smelling of onion skins
with the yellow dawn, I’ll make her new again
the only way I have found to make it through
is to take so much care with everything I do
so gently, I am working
yes, I fill the salt, and I wring the rags, and I do it well
all the work I have
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3. |
First Apartment
03:19
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Our first apartment
in the summer of fear and grief
I hesitate in the doorway
to count the casualties
our first apartment
with the helicopter sounds
and the neighbors banging pots & pans
in case the enemy is around
all the while right outside
my garden knows to grow
pulling weeds, fever dreams
pretend I have control
our first apartment
all the furniture came free off the street
stores closed down, or else burned out
make it do or do without
it’s not stealing to take what’s owed
take all that shit, the debt’s still whole
our first apartment
I planted a brown eyed sue
one blossom for every sorrow, the whole street went up in bloom
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Strangers
03:21
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This morning my mom called to tell me she’d stopped
at a redlight and seen my dad in his car
so she rolled down her window to say: hey, how are you?
it’s been a long time since i’ve seen you around
he told her that I called him earlier that morning
to ask for advice on how to buy a new-used car
I’d been rejected by the loan officer
because I don’t have a very good credit score
my dad said darling, I will sign for you
put my name on the line for you
I want you always to be able to get yourself home
my dad taught me to be skeptical of everything
I never have seen him wearing a tie
he grew up racing sailboats on lake michigan
there’s nothing that he can’t do if he tries
how are you? I’d asked my dad that morning
he said: I don’t feel like answering that question anymore,
I’m fine though I think that we live in an experiment
going horribly right just like they planned at the start
two people in cars stopped at a redlight
who once were married, whose daughter I am
parallel lines, just briefly pausing
just waiting until they go their own ways again
while they’re waiting, talking about me
their only daughter, grown up and gone
I wish I could have seen this moment unfolding
two strangers, my parents, waiting for the green light to move them along
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Prairie Flower
04:21
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Prairie flower wildfire
leaves are changing by the hour
Sumac is red, fields are gold
corn is bending, growing old
storm is rolling
pressure holding
island forest, ghost white birch
just a look to quench my thirst
shooting stars have all took flight
purple blossom dying light
shadows long at each days end
dusk is early easing in
prairie flower wildfire
leaves are changing by the hour
Sumac is red, fields are gold
corn is bending growing old
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Mountain
02:42
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Mountain, you’re my childhood bedroom
you look the same as the day that I left you
same town twenty times over
to leave it now is like leaving a lover
as for you easy come easy go
if you die on the way I’ve been good to know
no feeling now but the burn of the ride
up the mountain down the otherside
I copied your motions when I was growing
do we mimic each other?
are my movements my own?
mountain heather is white and red
the avalanche willows are bending their heads
the lakes they are filled with the softening ice
the berries aren’t ready, next month they’ll be ripe
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Walking Teacher
03:20
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Thinking of you walking, and me watching
you are patient, moving slowly
helping everybody, solving problems
never too much, wild circus
once my walking teacher, I could hold on
now you hold me, quiet safety
hello, hello, hello
I’m here, I’m here, I’m here
shifting of the still limbs
they sleep sweetly
constant asking for their answer
hello, hello, hello
I’m here, I’m here, I’m here
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8. |
End Days
03:15
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What's it like to be a girl trying to make it in the end days?
feels like I’m standing on nothing
I’ve got no guarantees
it’s hard to make the big move, baby
when the world is on her knees
I don’t know where to go
if it’s not burning then it’s freezing
and we’re living in the end days
I wake up and everything’s the same
getting nervous ‘cause it’s so mundane
just another of those end days
feels good feels fine to be home in the end days
maybe I want to be close to my family
when the quake finally makes us shake
I dreamed we were making a painting
we were riding in the back of a car
taped a sheet to the window
traced the shapes of the trees & the houses & the farms
and we’re living in the end days
like we’re waiting for the next phase
no more surprises, it’s a dull knife blade
just another of those end days
I dreamed we were making a painting
we were riding in the back of a car
taped a sheet to the window
traced the shape of the trees & the houses & the farms
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9. |
Regulus Lane
06:01
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My parents met at an AA meeting
everything after that is history repeating
like it always does when you fall in love
windy fall night 1994
I was born on a futon on the floor
I came right on time, right on time
in the cabin on regulus lane
hauling water and propane tanks
in the truck I called Big Yellow High,
we raced horses down I-5
and we crossed the finish line first everytime
crossed the finish line first every time
there was magic there and it came at a cost
the game was quick to change the moment I got lost
trees grew in on all sides
they were fickle friends, no loyalty in the wild
and I’m calling out crying, half-way up a tree and trying
to escape a pack of dogs that I heard but never saw
everything after that is history repeating
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