delicate handling
Recedes the fear in me
Christmas cans of kerosene
Needles spitting caroling
Hickory split comes barreling
Back before burying
Barely anything
It gets me underneath
And out from under me
Like something out of reach
When I hear my father preach
The choir sounds so sweet
Old friends and new meet
Back bending carrying
Clarity seeks
Sparing the weak
Days turn to weeks
Light that the candles bring
The mantlepiece
Delicate handling
Caring for thee
Holds hope
The rain will come again
I know
When summer ends
And some are spent
Come and rest
Didn't break but bent
At the end of last year I turned twenty five
A few less people by my side
Than at first I thought I'd find
But now it's been a little bit
And I'm feeing fine
Write another song
Reuse the same rhymes
I guess I'm trying to find
A kind of consistency
You passed on by
A path away from me
Standing up ahead saying
Come and look and see
Don't you understand
I see it differently
My eyes have lied before
I couldn't quite believe
Try though I may
My name sake
The seeds
Falling beneath
Their family trees
I start to slip
And get in my way
Not meeting my needs
Not meaning what I say
Something I had missed
Turn past my old street
What can't be fixed
With kindness treat
Bite my bottom lip
On my canine teeth
Accidentally
Making it bleed