Near the woodpile Before the rain Where he last saw the snake With teeth clenched Soured heart Lover's changed hands An axe within reach And a distant stare that weaves Through the grass and waits For a stranger's one mistake
Near the woodpile Before the rain Where he last saw the snake With teeth clenched Soured heart Lover's changed hands An axe within reach And a distant stare that weaves Through the grass and waits For a stranger's one mistake