and as your soft steps hit the streets
forehead melting from the heat
fingernails clipped into half moon heaps
preoccupied with the residue
that each decision will leave
you know, you know, love will never leave you
crumpling up a bag of pretzels
looking out the window
the fields are smearing by
a horse is waving hi
black birds peck the pie
leaving the pan naked and dry
wind blown signs
bright light blinds
blowing kisses to the bridges
that you left behind
blowing kisses to the bridges
that you left behind
