For A Week Or Two

Some lost coast

Some bright days

No face on your young head

Piece of wheat

In your teeth

Carrying water, pears, and bread

And you're close to some surrender

You can feel that at your feet

And later on, remember

When the fever broke and you could eat

And you've brought enough to last another week or two

Know the door is open, know that I miss you

You sought land

Overgrown

No words, no false, no true

Water stands

Waves just pass through it

Like something moves through you