9.05.2008

A Dispatch from Oregon

Dropping like a fly
In a prop plane, into the valley
Where you live and work
And struggle without me

Skipping like a stone
Between the waves of grain
I reel in the forgiveness
Numb from the pain

Bending the sun
Like a cracked windshield
In light of all I've sung
That can never be undone

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The moments we can't have back are no worse
Than those I dreamed up and rehearsed
That never have come

That sigh was a softer than I could have imagined
To hear you lungs cast off what your hands did
Saying he never came

I know 400 miles isn't a thousand, to one of our doors
But don't make the miles we've crossed together more
Than those to come