You land on the vinyl seat
Away from the rainy street
A leaf of a bleached white pine
Waiting for a golden sign
Hold your breath in the 3am glow
Where the heavy oil rivers flow
Folded tight like a dormant root
Waiting for the sudden shoot
The coffee smells like burnt peat
Cold air on the window sheet
You shiver in a paper skin
Let the quiet slow drift begin
Hold your breath in the 3am glow
Where the heavy oil rivers flow
Folded tight like a dormant root
Waiting for the sudden shoot
Like Monarda in the shade
You wait for the storm to fade
A crease in your jagged spine
Crosses a thin silver line
Hold your breath in the 3am glow
Where the heavy oil rivers flow
Folded tight like a dormant root
Waiting for the sudden shoot
The diner is a warm greenhouse
Quiet as a sleeping mouse
You root in the plastic blue
Waiting for a wind that's new
Hold your breath in the 3am glow
Where the heavy oil rivers flow
Folded tight like a dormant root
Waiting for the sudden shoot
Stay still, little seed.
Folded white wing.
