river moss
Wade through muddy waters
Against a gentle tide
I'm out here in the marshes with you
Follow the fireflies leading from you
Hear me on the salt wind
Screaming out your name
It carries through the roots of the mangroves
A friend to whatever rules the world out here
Late people of long days
Beckon from the fog
Take this here bottle of liquor from me
Pour it into the water below me
sharp pecan