(no subject)
down where i darn with the milk-eyed mender
you and i, and a love so tender,
is stretched on the hoop where i stitch this addage:
"bless this house and its heart so savage."
and all that i want, and all that i need and all that i've got
is scattered like seed
and all that i knew is moving away from me
(and all that i know is blowing like tumbleweed)