Walked-On Wood
Last night you were running errands with dad, in his car
Tied the ropes 'round the fence
And saved a ewe flipped on her back
Come morning, the house was full of strangers
You stood out, like knots on old, walked-on wood
One bumped off the ladder
Another moves a rung
I can feel the summer in this current
Behind your shoulders he looms
What can you say?
When winter is lodged in your throat
Writer/s: MEGAN HOFFMAN, GEERT VAN DER VELDE
