Take me back,
you old Virginia sunrise.
Cut me some slack
in the boondocks, New Jersey.

Play me a fiddle
you hewed from an oak
you found fallen over
over yonder in the growth.

The testimony sings
in pallid hues
above the branches,
around the moon.

Oh, take me back
to our lost virgin sunrise
chasing starlight
across the sky, underground.

08/16/2008

Posted on 08/16/2008
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