The Brave Ones

Spend my days eating peaches in the sand
 Ain't no better way
 To occupy this tiny space I've been given
 Between the sun and the land.
 Heard the oxen braying —
 You know, the pretty ones
 Who yearn to be a man.
 I said, "Well it is not half bad
 You know,
 Despite zero defenses from the cold."
 We'll be The Brave Ones
 And thrive out of earshot of what was.
 Fell into a depression in your hand,
 A pilgrim's palmistry.
 The arc of heart and head and crow's feet aside,
 I'd never been somebody's ICE.
 Give you little kisses
 Until the fishes come
 And learn to rule the land.
 Honey, well it is not that bad
 You know.
 Despite our greatest efforts, we get old.
 We'll make depraved love,
 I have a geisha in my lung.
 We'll be The Brave Ones
 Monday come and you shave my head again,
 That old domestic rite.
 An orbit and a new babooshka arrive,
 A century of silence gone by.
 Little Julia,
 I'll take you fishing by
 The reservoir some time,
 Your brother, your cousins, some peaches and my...
 The dream of love will happen in the snow.
 We'll be The Brave Ones