You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock.
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost,
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired.
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse.
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa,
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one,
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock.
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost,
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired.
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse.
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa,
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one,