come from thin bones I...
Ontario sky and beach loving town
I walked my past around
dunes and five cent parking meters in june

flat like water, this daughter of everything before
rests here at the horse hitch and chicken coop floor
slow ways can get to your mouth too
like dirt adding grit to whatever you chew
(and fat has none)
in sand and windblown
this skinny home

lay down my white feet and head, rest that girl but never dead
Instead I trace back the line of how muscle forms on bone
and I alone
and I alone on this family tree
no tire swing, no good climing, see
it'll bleach you smooth tho your mouth be dry
and weather stays long in an ontario sky
where the seasons have angles, are strangers
knocking hard into the other
mother this young girl left in farmland
in wasteland swift

sawdust and road salt rust carry me to town
lay down this running girl
this is my legacy, if not my world
where crab apple horses come sniffing
sister and I go lifting apples like eve
theiving ideas to leave salt lick for new tirck
(city slick me up)
my cup to fill with some of that street paved gold

I rolled away and away from that endless summer day
where the well went dry, and I was miles and miles
into a cloudless summer sky
find my way back there, I
find my way back there , I
know the way pitch night or blizzard day

and I will slow to that girl
and I will slow to that world
when thin bones grow weary call my history near me
in quiet

but clearly between the lines of this legacy - the things that built and will again receive me,
are the things I make of me
not to deny my bones , but my home springs from me
like a killdeer from a feild - free

and I'd pick up that girl and carry her off but she'd only
get lost in the buildings
stuck with no room to see blue
the need to always wear shoes
and skies where the stars
never shine thru

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