you wont have to be
afraid you know it doesnt matter
we were not
very good lovers
it is an indirect suggestion
the burgandy sun slipping under
this level prairie
and all this earth
old valleys pensive
tides of its women motions
of wounds nations enduring
servan ts of the grain
this one only planet
swung out in space
whirling in clouds
this soft and blue lovely light
our luminous voice
commons of the living and the dead
there will be some yesterday
when we will be stunned with joy
old emblems sacred
hearts broken in the snow
take care of yourself
