Dana Falconberry Copperleaf
Oh juneberry, oh milkweed
Flower of the musk thistle, apple seed
In the palm of my right hand
Before me as you stand
You turn toward the mountain, though your gaze stays locked
Your eyes look dark, down as you talk
You say your heart is a mindful thief
Red as a copperleaf
So look not to the mountains and take my hand
Run me through the sagebrush fast as you can
Weave me through the indigo
Follow the lark star road [?]
And dear, do you remember me as a kid?
I asked if you saw me and you said you did
My heart was handkerchief
Red as a copperleaf
Oh juneberry, oh milkweed
Flower of the musk thistle, apple seed
In the palm of my right hand
Before me as you stand
Darling, take a deep breath — here we are
Look how low the jay flies — look how far
Its heart like a wisened chief
Red as a copperleaf
