Near the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake
With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands
An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
For a stranger's one mistake
Near The WoodpileNear the woodpile Before the rain Where he last saw the snake With teeth clenched Soured heart Lover's changed hands An axe within reach And a distant stare that weaves Through the grass and waits For a stranger's one mistake |