dogs run home

i took a wrong turn
and stopped in late
but you told me okay
we’ll find a new storm
to settle us down below

you swept at the stars
with the back of your hand
and you forced me to play my lute
until they all went dim
and dragged us out

i drank a cup and went my way
see you later, baby,
she said and pulled the shade
see you on the quarter moon
when the leaves turn

and the dogs run home again

 

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