An Email From the Shepherd

Always went lightly
Raised by light sleepers

These days I'm too quiet
Almost afraid to wake myself up
I'm learning how to be loud

Decades of hair on my ass
With the sun roof receding above
I try to see the forest for the love

Could've used a machete
Or an email from the shepherd
But there's wisdom to be harnessed from haunting the h____
I'm learning how to emerge
Just need more time with the words

Cold wind
On the night
I was supposed to play catch

The Summer grows you
But the rest it slows you
And the Sun is down again



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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