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Everything Changes

by Harvest Breed

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Now it seems they were moments of wandering Punctuated with the purity of exaltation Visions of you in the morning, Drinking tea in the garden, Feet in the cool grass I stood and searched the leaves for an answer We walked down to the lake, then, Monsoon-like sheets of rain in the distance, "Don't give up on me," you said. I touched the hem of your dress. "Glaciers will melt eventually." You and I, A mass of fading possibilities Now these stories, Strangers lost in distant cities Late afternoon in the parking, Summer heat beyond our caring, We were like fixed in time It could have been 1950s New York, Though I remember you were full-color, Or post-war Berlin, Your hair battling the wind
2.
Everything Changes (free) 03:48
Run Rabbit Run The race is the same For everyone Are you awake? Was it a mistake? Everything changes There's a lesson nearly learned In every sleepless night Dreading the birth of light Every finger you never burned Run Rabbit Run You won't remember this When December comes Is it too late? Was it your fate? Everything changes The stories we told as children Born of vapour The secrets we'd whisper Betrayed and forgotten
3.
In the screaming days of my youth I'd traded honesty for a sense of pride But my selfish streak Had finally reached its peak When an ego knows no bound Glory gets crushed without a sound From what the stars are made we cannot hold The years don't make you wise, they make you old So... heading where I was for whatever reason Staring into shops and restaurant windows Ignoring the rain and the season The wind and its echoes It's then that I saw her Sitting in a busy dinner Like a lonely prime number In her tattered Salvation Army sweater She was lost among the noisy crowd Her silence twice as loud The room heavy with her breathing The way her mouth would just sing I could have stopped but I kept on walking Sometimes the fear is greater than the calling I understood I could no longer live for myself And put the rest of the world on a shelf And then the calm after the storm A calm that's quiet and worrisome The door opened behind me She came out in a hurry And I headed home Our long shadows not quite touching
4.
You know 03:37
Let's congregate under this steeple Assembled over the continuity of form Another weekly tryst, A strange nexus of sorts But from my third floor tenement When rain drums the streetcars and sidewalks, fills the gullies I sit and contemplate our fate Who are you, sleeping On the couch below? A sister, a mother, a lover? Every woman rolled into one? There is comfort in this blurry window, This warm hand, The slow rotation of our sphere On its own tiny self
5.
The last of the season's swallows sing Their cry almost childlike in the crisp coastal air We bundle wood in silence Thinking about formlessness We are but energy The tired old mechanics of body Steam rises from the lawn— A fleeing elegy of dawn To know about each other What anyone ever really can I SAY TO HER: "Somehow, I'm never really fully outside nor in." (pause) "When the cold comes, I'll be gone." SHE SAYS TO ME: "It's not you I'm going to miss. I think it's just the feeling."
6.
Sidewalks wind through the city's verdant hills Like loose ribbons Outside, the sky so uncertain I can see the light of our kitchen Flooding out onto our street The family at the table, docile Kindness to strangers Is so much easier Than closeness Every line our lives will bisect And every time we'll connect Summer just may need our help yet Sentience comes in waves Waves and waves The ocean calls (the tide rises and falls)
7.
To begin with randomness: staring at a broken piece of mottled glass alone in the dried-up river bed. To continue with misgivings: an empty Friday night, your voice betraying surprise on the other end of the line. We crawled out of oceans to come scream on hilltops, but there are still hornets in our garden. Now I know why I never got the plane tickets (2), the box of x-ray pencils, the newspapers, Christmas gifts and apology letters... You never sent them.
8.
If you come home (free) 05:30
If you come home You will turn this town All the way upside down One more time now After so long Waiting for the day Planning what I would say: That I'd been long gone You were a dizzy weathervane Pushed by the wind that sweeps down our empty lane I was drowning in a stream Never free as when you came to me in a dream If you come home You will burn this town All the way to the ground One more time now You will turn on Main Radio towers flashing In a purple sky, drive Past the high school Past the strip mall Like we were never there at all You are a dizzy weathervane Pushed by the wind that sweeps down our empty lane I was drowning in a stream Never free as when you came to me in a dream
9.
Haiku 01:26
Temple spires against pale moonlight Sirens wailing in the night— Love, like a blind songbird in flight
10.
Wake up, Honey, wake up I've been riding alone for miles With California just outside the window An old love song comes on the radio Wake up, Honey, wake up I've been waiting now for a while There are promises on which this life can't deliver Once you give up on the shiver of a future Wake up, Honey, wake up
11.
We were famous and we kicked walnut leaves We were the hand that seldom gives But always receives People loved us on the street We mocked their pitiable defeat We were famous and we kicked walnut leaves We still mistook pride for strength And strength was our guide The years felt new and different We thought we'd never have to repent We were famous and we kicked walnut leaves The weight of reality is never That which one perceives Undaunted by the lessons of history We were all practice and no theory We were famous and we kicked walnut leaves But we got out of the business There was no one left to impress Now on Friday nights we look at pictures And try not to envy the amateurs

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released April 10, 2012

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