a distant hum

step into new drums

  remind us of the season

    with a heartbeat reason rain

       take strange for bone stones

         use the sample into a forest

           this dream becomes a shard

             cut loose from ancient work

               take a closer look at the book

                 along the trail we follow laughter

                   old topographic maps stained in blood

                     like tree line rings we remember years

                      left to break through the barbwire

                        right we sail through fire fears

                         north to south ancestors hover

                          dry to wet under tents of lovers

                            the night stars brought in the light

                              so we sang the memory green

                               leaves that fall and stay till spring

                                 I held the pile to smell up close

                                   to wake my mind of empty ghosts

                                     reassure I'm here and now

                                       in the woods where the plow

                                         pulls & moves a distant hum

                                          stepping into new drums