Near the woodpile
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake
With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands
An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
For a stranger's one mistake
Before the rain
Where he last saw the snake
With teeth clenched
Soured heart
Lover's changed hands
An axe within reach
And a distant stare that weaves
Through the grass and waits
For a stranger's one mistake
