It's enough
Just to seed the plow and hear it there while crackling the rough
Like his chin on the craggy pond
And it's done
I'm my mothers only child I always fall on the one
Still we're all taught to listen hard
You're a map
Bridging packages of lonely things I've felt on the lap
All the same you're a stranger here
You're a kite
It's regretful when I loop you up and flake you to flight
There's no way I can keep you here
And it rings like a bell far from my home
Understand, under white wings
And he speaks and the swell echoes through the phone
And he's naut if not new things