.
.
.
Is it gold?
Is it snow?
Is it all the debt I owe?
That money buys on a clock
On a silver studded bead
.
That I wore back then
When my head was thin
And I sewed and I sewed
All the ribbons on my coat
.
Seventeen past a year
Only breath could keep my heels
On the street
Thanking broad strong backs that built
.
All the roads and mines
That were left behind
Digging coal, digging coal
Used their bodies to feed their homes
.

Picking at the meat, dear
You won't break my wish
I took my half

Throwing out the seeds, dear
Hope this dirt will bind
And grow a tree
.
Saffron blows in the yard
Getting tossed a tasseled toe
Keep your hair tied for touch
In a brown unfolded bun
.
When it fell back down
Did it leave your crown
With the cloth that you bought
That was eaten by the moths?
.
Calling out a wave, dear
Calling out a wave will be your grave
This will last your life, dear
Ocean is a boy who wastes his day
.

Calling out a wave, dear
Calling out a wave will be your grave
This will last your life, dear
Ocean is a boy who wastes his day
.