American Grain

Blue moonlight is in our eyes
And in the mountain we hike
Blue fluorite, only you
Know where to find

Japanese style water art hills, and
8 o'clock sunset stills
Wind blowing smoke from the mirror
Seventy days I woke up so slowly
To a scene of some grazing cows in the valley

Tuck it into the library pocket
Here with me this morning
Whether we talk or sit quiet
She waves at me to cross the street
Turned around with one ice coffee



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Brower
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