let the village boys know there's more to your song.
tell them of the slow spoken beauty
of things that do not seem to change
and how stubbornly you hold
your fruit until it is dry and small.
not so the village boys
who easily indulge
and just so eagerly forget.
your inebriating shoulders!)
I will see the life in you return along the spring
I will see the life in you return.
see, they swim in the river.
how they pass without looking,
how they let the draft of the river