Amen to Montana
But
You said you’d come
You said you’d come
You surprised me once
“Surprise yourself”, said your felt tipped pen
And couldn’t cross him after
He followed her outside
He followed her outside
He followed her outside, never
The cardinal crows
The spring rains flood, and
She’s out to seed and pasture
The dirt is worn
The dirt is worn
I’ll never grow a flower
“Alas”, he said
And crawled back to bed
Your tree is not a pillar