Follow the road,
it turns like leaves.
My wife, shiny lady,
My child asleep.
Slow through the prairie,
gentle on the pedal,
her voice drops a story,
points up through the trees.

All the stars were falling.
She said it was a godsend.
I promised her that I
would take her where the stars land.

Mare in the pasture,
who my love loved,
take my lonesome body in.
I seen her riding,
her mouth half open.
Child, sleep longer,
you’re still with your mother.

All the cars parked on the lawn,
she said it was an omen.
I laughed at the time,
but whose heart was open?

Who was the young man
who stood by his car,
beckoned with his finger,
all four doors ajar?
Who was the woman,
climbed into the shotgun,
my kisses upon her,
lit up like the sun?

How my heart was molting
inside my body.
I’ll collect the feathers
to make wings for our baby.

Moon rising under
the moans of the mare,
my ass clenched against her,
my child upstairs.
I love the sound of
the lowing farmland,
choked in the silence
of my lovers absence.

All the cars parked on the lawn,
she said it was an omen.
I laughed at the time,
but whose heart was open?