April, give me your love.
April, some of your love.
That thing you told me
When you were gone--
A truck taking chances
Nearly hit you head on.
We joked it away at the time,
But something grew in my mind
saying &
            saying 
                    & saying

April, give me your love.
April, some of your love.
Let’s hike up the hill
To the apple tree there,
Busted and twisted 
With fruit in its hair.
We’ll pat the old milky-eyed mare
While the leaves in the breeze make a prayer
 whispering
              whispering
                           whispering

April, give me your love.
April, some of your love.
The wind’s left the laundry.
There’s shade in the hay.
The shoes by the door
Are done for the day.
Let’s sit in the old wicker chair,
Joke about going nowhere.
You staying? 
             I’m staying. 
                         We’re staying
    right here!

bridge
Autumn is coming. 
It’s ringing its bell. 
The leaves are on fire 
With something to tell.
That coolness so sweet on your skin 
Says everything comes to an end
   burgeoning 
              managing
                        vanishing 

so

April, here is my love.
April, all of my love.
That jet in the stars 
It winks out of sight.
The trucks wail west 
With their instrument lights. 
A whistle blows on the plains
Taking its time to explain
   echoing 
             echoing 
                       echoing

instrumental

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