It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Re: spam
Date: 2012-04-12 03:53 pm (UTC)[He pauses. A moment of trepidation flits through him; he didn't actually think this was going to work. But it's gone, replaced by a burgeoning confidence in this plan and himself.]
The first thing you should do when you arrive is check to make sure nothing's dead. If nothing looks that way, there's a box which I've set aside for you to plant what you want. If something does look brown or wilted, you can check if it's still alive by checking the stems. They should be green and pliable, but firm, like this one.
[He indicates a nearby rosebush, showing the healthy stems.]