Tree By The River
Mary Anne, do you rememberthe tree by the riverwhen we were seventeen?
Dark canyon wall, the call and the answerand the mare in the pasturepitch black and baring its teeth.
I recall the sun in our faces,stuck and leaning on braces,and being strangers to change.
Radio and the bones we found frozen,and all the thorns and the rosesbeneath your window pane.
Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the worldto a potty-mouth girl,a pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.
Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say.But I wonder to whowhat it is you're saying today.
Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the worldto a potty-mouth girl,a pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.
Time isn't kind or unkind, you liked to say.But I wonder to whowhat it is you're saying today.
Mary Anne, do you rememberthe tree by the riverwhen we were seventeen?
Dark canyon road, I was coy in the half-moon;happy just to be with you,and you were happy for me.