Orchard

Hot in a hot year Caught but I’m not here Revel in disrepair A body dishonest Would break such a promise Remember that this is where It comes back to me It comes back to me It comes back to me It comes back to me Bursting the evening Red as it’s leaving Flood through the ordered rows But on the vine the fruit was heavy With all that it could be We twist around the post that held the levee It comes back to me It comes back to me It comes back to me It comes back to me Where does it go when We forget Hiding in folds of the under slept Shallow grave in the garden All the pictures I’m not in We twist around the bed in someone’s heaven It comes back to me It comes back to me It comes back to me It comes back to me