First Meetings Since the Song time

Raincoats Finlandia, raincoats and lakes
My room by the tree. You and me. you and me.
Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
Bread molded in the hand and broken between us.

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Words passing hands, passing books, passing looks and first
meetings since a long time, since the song time, since the wrong time to say
what I will say now, what I won't say, what we can say.
And we will stay. So I won't say it at all.
The best words I take along in my fieldbag.




Quotes:
The Innocence Mission, "North American Field Song"
mewithoutYou: In A Sweater Poorly Knit
Sufjan Stevens: Futile Devices
The Innocence Mission, "North American Field Song"