Thrush Hermit Every Morning I Reread The Postcards
Pick up at the place where we areThe place where we last
spoke
Wring out all the memories
And the sadness they invoke
Life your spirits to the light
Under a magnifying glass
The distance has grown wider
From the front row of the classroom
I have saved all your postcards
I have glued them to my wall
Every morning before breakfast
I reread them all
Messages are coming in from
Places far away
But I am too devoted
To listen to what they are saying
I am lacking the power
To haul your line back home
But would it hurt less
To be shirtless
and shine like vintage chrome?
Practice your dominion
Exercise your poise and grace
But once you affect my heart
And vanish without a trace
