Cedarwood

 

You wrap me in cedar

To keep the moths from chewing holes in my wooly heart

The smell of it all safety and adventure

A steamer trunk at sea

In a place so alone your teeth are all stars

You are moonlight smiling on calm waters

And currents that control the weather

I’m not making plans

But I’m fixing to lean back like a deadman

And see where this tide drops me

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