You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?
You there, opening your door
in our sky, where
is that fair
lane over our hill?

A door opened and closed, but had
no hinge – or was it
in a frame, but had no wall?
Anyway, it was all like that —
songs that could have made
sense, if only you didn’t try.

The dead
leaves land in you

Bad thoughts are not the sky, but are
crows coming in, liking what they see

I see people reach for it to get out
of it, but in all the world
there’s nowhere else to go
