[ Featuring Robert Hoare ]
Relocate
Thinking I'll relocate
Maybe to a lake
With a yellow dog that likes fishing
The ice is off the river now
I'm catching myself
Somehow still wishing
Up above the hawk sees me
Tracing footprints across the sky
The man is dreaming and the child arrives
Once had, then found is mornings lost surprise
Dry reeds peeking through
Eyelets in the snow
I'm salting away one more winter
Walking with the ghosts
Of places and poets
Alone again who knows it
I can hear the highway bridge
Sighing in waves
The stream speaks in so many tongues
Go and seek, forget who you are
