Branches Bare
Chris Adams (Hood), Richard Adams (Hood), Gareth S Brown, Stephen Royle
Remove that need
The orchids thrive
In the dark
I found the night awake
We found dried leaves
Pressed inside the book
Like a stark vision of time
I wish you were still alive
And will the memories be lost
When we lose you
When they clear the house
You lived so many years
No matter how far you are away
I see you in the distance
The distance
We spit in the pond to give the fish something to pray to
Sometimes the sunset doesn't want to be photographed
We are no tigers in the picked-bone grasslands
How a deer knows a dork in a thrift store hat
(And that is that)
