Cranes

the days went thru my veins

and bowels and eyes

my bones stood on a field

waiting for the rest

of the man that had my name

like a price tag on his neck

you've become a beauty my girl

but i've lost my way back home

days hang so low these days

like a laundry forgotten in the rain

winter's moon is a frozen eye

and the summer's peak so far behind

i spent a while

watching the cranes at the building site

i felt small and grateful

they held up the sky