The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
 Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
 A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
 Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
 
 There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
 Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
 Down into the bones of the birches
 And the spires of the churches
 Jutting out from the shadows
 The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
 And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
 In the mouth of the south below
 
 We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
 We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
 From that snow in the nighttime
 Just going
 And going
 And the stirring of wind chimes
 In the morning
 In the morning
 Helps me find my way back in
 From the place where I have been
 
 And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
 I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
 Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
 In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
 
 Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
 You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
 Thoough all I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December
 I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember
 
 That the meteorite is a source of the light
 And the meteor's just what we see
 And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
 
 And the meteorite's just what causes the light
 And the meteor's how it's perceived
 And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
 
 You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in
 Threw the window wide and cried, "Amen! Amen! Amen!"
 The whole world stopped to hear you hollering
 You looked down and saw now what was happening
 
 The lines are fading in my kingdom
 (Though I have never known the way to border them in)
 So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
 Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
 And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
 The talk in town's becoming downright sickening
 
 In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
 I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
 And row through the nighttime
 Gone healthy
 Gone healthy all of a sudden
 In search of the midwife
 Who could help me
 Who could help me
 Help me find my way back in
 There are worries where I've been
 
 Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
 Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
 (Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper)
 Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
 And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
 What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter
 
 Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
 The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
 Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
 There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
 
 Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
 Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
 Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow
 With hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow
 
 And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
 The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
 And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
 Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines
 
 Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
 The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
 Squint skyward and listen
 Loving him, we move within his borders
 Just asterisms in the stars' set order
 
 We could stand for a century
 Staring
 With our heads cocked
 In the broad daylight at this thing
 Joy
 Landlocked
 In bodies that don't keep
 Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
 Until we don't be told 
 Take this
 Eat this
 
 Told
 The meteorite is the source of the light
 And the meteor's just what we see
 And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
 
 And the meteorite's just what causes the light
 And the meteor's how it's perceived
 And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee