the sun set like a postcard
stars fell on carolina
but skipped where we
skid
off the blueridge way
here is where my heart will stay
in pieces
trying to
cram the blood back
inside of you
like stuffing keepsakes in
a suitcase
that just
won't zip
i left our bags in memphis
now this traffic
acts our ocean
i close my eyes and open
these fists
and let them drip
dry
red clay replaced by
your
iron in my
nails
stars fall into the
glass
another dewdrop on the
grass
we pass and pass and pass...
until dawn breaks like tie dye