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
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