highwater

come clean the table

come wash your face

come sew your sweater

come put the wood in 

the fireplace

say i’ll be better

and sang his cello

as robins cried

with every downturned bow

a stage light captures

collapsing tides

of molecular glow

come over sunday

i won’t be free

but i will never be

come write my letters

come drink my tea

come do it all for me

what am i missing

what am i missing

what am i

i wanna go back

i wanna go back

what am i