andy do you love me
do you think about it
will you say turning brushwood into blazes
turning summer grass into hay
turning sharply past the graveyard
to the lakefront
with the black waves
licking up the stones
to the swayed back screened in front porch
who could ever stay the weight
of flesh and bones
andy
aren't you tired from the sun
and rain and river soaking you
from the beer cans on your dashboard
and the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rear view
i have watched you watch an empty road
is it only her upon which you
all of you is depending to fill your twenty hour work day
while all the fences in this county still need mending hey
and in the night i do my checking
and fix the broken parts with visions of rare beauty
but in my heart i know i'm second forever fixed in your pursuit
it is my duty hey andy will you toss me a little scrap of something
that i can taste instead of dust from all the leaving
and the smell of summer lying here to waste
under the burnt pyre of all the cast away
the tiny shoots will spring like questions
will you take me out to the fenced hill sprinkled with horses
wild in resistence to the taming
will you break me will you break me
