se portland yard, hops and grapes on the trellis
the house is full of us, our pets, and both sets of parents
i'm probing at the edge of a hedge for a clearing of song
the prickers and thorns have assured me i'm still hearing it wrong
when i've broken it's been nothing like glass
more like a circuit breaker
that trips and then returns to the past
when i've spun out it's been somewhat a tale
but more like the time
the car failed to find grip on the black ice in hail
just over the pennsylvania border
and sailed choppy and frail into the divider
came in hard and broke to the side late like a slider
i was and still remain unbroken as such
not since my last fever have i spoken this much
we could have never imagined
it would turn out this good
turn out this good
never imagined it would turn out this good
in the early nineties
the waves in the sea are climbing a rope
grave and invisible everyone i know is fine, i hope
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