At the Bridge

Lyrics

Maybe it is the warm breath of the praire Or what follows it That brings me here to a place over water I've scattered the remnats of other lives From one shore to the next because Someone told me this continent Had no end and i believed her Yet there was a city on the edge i revisited Just to try to walk down one street To see for myself the old hotels, the balances On each end of a turn of events I might have understood Once on a boardwalk, near an ocean whose salt air Burned my lips, a woman drinking From a bottle with a shattered neck Turned her torn and laughing mouth to me Saying, "kiss me, love me." The clouds muddy her water below. Why whould I expect Anymore, here, in the center of things At the Praire Du Chien where there is just a bridge And a river – the conditions are clear The bridge, a thread loosening in my hands, the river A needle dripping