See this ancient riverbed. See where all my folly's led. Down by the water and down by the old main drag. . I was just some tow-head teen. Feeling 'round for fingers to get in between.
Dear Avery. I think of you only. Were you waving. Were you dead on the vine?. . Oh Avery. To think of you lonely. Would I could just grab you. By the nape of your neck.
Here we come to a turning of the season. Witness to the arc towards the sun. A neighbor's blessed burden within reason. Becomes a burden borne of all and one.