With a hammer
and nails and a fear of failure we are building a shed
Between here and
heaven, between the wait and the wedding
Or as long as we
both shall be dead to the world
Beyond the boys
and the girls trying to keep us calm
We can practice
our lines, til we're deaf and blind
To ourselves, to
each other, where it's
Fall, not
winter, spring, not summer, cool, not cold
And it's warm,
not hot, have we all forgotten that we're getting old
Chris Thile
It's not over yet
one week and then, return
watch for the glitter in the air
