do you think about it
 will you say turning brushwood into blazes
 turning summer grass into hay
 turning sharply past the graveyard
 to the lakefront
 with the black waves
 licking up the stones
 to the swayed back screened in front porch
 who could ever stay the weight
 of flesh and bones
 andy
 aren't you tired from the sun
 and rain and river soaking you
 from the beer cans on your dashboard
 and the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rear view
 i have watched you watch an empty road
 is it only her upon which you
 all of you is depending to fill your twenty hour work day
 while all the fences in this county still need mending hey
 and in the night i do my checking
 and fix the broken parts with visions of rare beauty
 but in my heart i know i'm second forever fixed in your pursuit
 it is my duty hey andy will you toss me a little scrap of something
 that i can taste instead of dust from all the leaving
 and the smell of summer lying here to waste
 under the burnt pyre of all the cast away
 the tiny shoots will spring like questions
 will you take me out to the fenced hill sprinkled with horses
 wild in resistence to the taming
 will you break me will you break me