Andy

Andy
 Do you love me
 Do you think about it
 Will you say
 Turning brushwood
 Into blazes
 Turning summer grass
 Into hay
 Turning sharply
 Past the graveyard
 To the lakefront
 With the black waves
 Licking up the stones
 To the swayed back
 Screened in front porch
 Who could ever stay the weight
 Of flesh and bones
 Andy
 Aren't you tired
 From the sun and rain
 And river soaking you
 From the beer cans
 On your dashboard
 And the bullet hole
 Glass spiderweb
 Staining your rear view
 I have watched you
 Watch an empty road
 Is it only her
 Upon which you all
 Of you is depending
 To fill your twenty
 Hour work day
 While all the fences
 In this county still need mending
 Hey
 And in the night
 I do my checking
 And fix the broken parts
 With visions of rare beauty
 But in my heart i know i'm second
 Forever fixed in your pursuit
 It is my duty
 Hey
 Andy
 Will you toss me
 A little scrap of something
 That i can taste
 Instead of dust from
 All the leaving
 And the smell of summer
 Lying here to waste
 Under the burnt pyre
 Of all the cast away
 The tiny shoots will spring
 Like questions
 Will you take me
 Out to the fenced hill
 Sprinkled with horses
 Wild in resistence to the taming
 Will you break me
 Will you break me