A brown bird hopping in the grass
And a part of me reaches out
To touch the cat behind me watching
The melancholy dove moans why
Don’t you tell me over and over
About this game you’ve been playing
Trying to take hold of things
Grasping at the mother
Like someone drowning
Resisting it
Or letting it happen
But how could I be certain
I’d reached you
If you didn’t touch me back
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