through the ghost of rain
I thought I heard your fingers
tapping on my tent
are your hands closed to wind
or are they
open holding clay
evening sun coming down
melting like a coin
on top of the tree line
my heart like that sun
cooling under moonlight
steam rising where it was
my hands have lost all their feeling
but my feet still go up the hill
when you fucked up worse
than you ever have before
how do you wake up in the morning and sit still?
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022