Twigs and things
Open palm ferns and town pound in the spring
I am a braggart, beggar for distraction
Rainbow pinwheels refusing to remain still and sunsets over a lazy hill
Let me drink you in and always be full
These worries I carry like a hungry dog in search of a bone
These worries are in need of clean fill
Congregations up on Meeting House Hill
Let me drink you in and always be full
