Black Flies

Humid wood, you felt good
 And you shook your tangled hair down
 With the sweat in your eyes
 And all the black flies, under lidded skies
 You lie down there in the grasses
 On the clifftop, you remember salt stinging in your lashes
 Straight line of horizon, and the ocean painful wide
 Every time you come back here, you feel nothing
 And then you cry out all the strangeness
 You have carried all year
 Every crooked word spoken still ringing in your ears
 Like the whine of mosquitoes
 Ooh, oh, are you alone?
 With your cheek against the stone
 What do you think you know?
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 Under lidded skies
 Under the rising clouds of black flies
 Under tangled branches way up
 High glinting in the last light
 You left, you got into the car
 Sink down into the fabric
 And can you close the heavy metal door?
 With your hands upon the plastic
 And can drive home into the cold
 So calm, like it don't matter
 Like slipping into a pond
 All the little waves roll and scatter