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waiting, western-coast drag time
alaska, she used to be mine
left the states, left her small town in michigan lakes
for a desert, with no roads leading in

a year ago, on the train to pulaski
she said that she had it, she meant me,
i remember it well
in dreams i have, she's selling receivers
phone lines in new england
her voice tin on the end

a country-black moon keeping pistol time
the life of the deserts, the country quiet
a horse, drawn and quartered, its blood left to dry
on the pavement
left and leaving, street signs catch the light
of industry, progress, star-black nights
now dark is only dark in the houses and cars, only inside
i'll be thinking and writing from a dangerous winter,
the story of your absence, a life turned bitter,
i'll miss you but not enough from the ice of alaska