Pearl Horizons
Under a prairie fog moon
in a circle of pearl mist horizons,
a few lonesome dogs scraping thongs,
midnight is lonely; the fog moon midnight
takes up again its even smooth November.
Memories: you can flick me and sting me.
Memories, you can hold me even and smooth.
A circle of pearl mist horizons
is not a woman to be walked up to and kissed,
nor a child to be taken and held for a good night,
nor any old coffee-drinking pal to be smiled at in the eyes and left with a grip and a handshake.
Pearl memories in the mist circling the horizon,
flick me, sting me, hold me even and smooth.
in a circle of pearl mist horizons,
a few lonesome dogs scraping thongs,
midnight is lonely; the fog moon midnight
takes up again its even smooth November.
Memories: you can flick me and sting me.
Memories, you can hold me even and smooth.
A circle of pearl mist horizons
is not a woman to be walked up to and kissed,
nor a child to be taken and held for a good night,
nor any old coffee-drinking pal to be smiled at in the eyes and left with a grip and a handshake.
Pearl memories in the mist circling the horizon,
flick me, sting me, hold me even and smooth.
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