dew-anthem-to-a-nebraska-morning

when the day opens slow and gray
put Stapleton on for his groove
body creaks with the weight of morning
coffee cools somewhere hidden from view
it gets easy to think of you

the furrows of time on your skin
the intentional sway of your gait
the luxury of the place your body occupies
hard sweet subtleness of every sinew
it gets easy to think of you

thoughts of you rescue me
your love soothes the ordinary
strong strawberry line thrown across the miles
looking out the window to the vast wide-open sky blue
easy
to
think
of
you  . . .