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