Black Atlantic Walked-on Wood
Last night
You were
Running
Errands
With dad
In his car
Tied the rope
Round the fence
And saved a
Ewe
Flipped on her
Back
Come morning
The house was
Full of
Strangers
You stood
Out like
Knots on old
Walked-on wood
One bumped
Off the
Ladder
Another
Moves
A rung
I can feel
The summer in
This curent
Behind your
Shoulders
He looms
Behind your
Shoulders
He looms
What can you say?
When winter is lodged in your throat
What can you say?
When winter is lodged in your throat
He looms
He looms
