Distant Stations

I found an old rock
 In the dry dirt outside
 The door of my motel room
 It was a triangle
 With soft, round edges
 And a split down the middle of one corner
 It was darker than English moss
 Green like the soft frills of a peacock's plume
 I waited for you
 But I never told you where I was
 It was you who taught me
 How to write these kinds of equations
 And I waited on the steps for you
 And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot
 You taught me how to listen, to these
 Distant stations (distant stations)
 Distant stations (distant stations)
 Distant stations
 I saw the sky break
 I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch
 Of some rosebushes by the motel office and I missed him
 By a good yard or two
 And I sang old songs from nowhere, Los Angeles to Albuquerque
 I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry
 And I prayed real hard for you
 I waited for you
 But I never told you where I was
 It was you who taught me
 How to write these kinds of equations
 I waited on the steps for you
 And I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot
 You taught me how to listen, to these
 Distant stations (distant stations)
 Distant stations (distant stations)
 Distant stations (distant stations)
 Distant stations (distant stations)
 I waited on the steps for you, distant stations (distant stations)
 These kinds of equations, distant stations (distant stations)
 The naked and the hungry, distant stations (distant stations)
 I prayed real hard for you, distant stations (distant stations)
 Distant stations