Waters of March

A stick, a stone It's the end of the road It's the rest of the stump It's a little alone It's a sliver of glass It is life, it's the sun It is night, it is death It's a trap, it's a gun The oak when it blooms A fox in the brush The knot of the wood The song of the thrush The word of the wind The cliff, a fall A scratch, a lump It is nothing at all It's the wind blowing free It's the end of a slope It's a beam, it's a void It's a hunch, it's a hope And the riverbank talks Of the waters of march It's the end of the strain It's the joy in your heart The foot, the ground The flesh and the bone The beat of the road A slingshot stone A truckload of bricks In the soft morning light The shot of the gun In the dead of the night A mile, a must A thrust, a bump Its'a girl, it's a rhyme It's a cold, it's the mumps The plan of the house The body in bed And the car that got stuck It's the mud, it's the mud A float, a drift A flight, a wing A cock, a quail Oh, the promise of spring And the riverbank talks Of the waters of march It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart A point, a grain A bee, a bite A blink, a buzzard A sudden stroke of night A pin, a needle A sting, a pain A snail, a riddle A wasp, a stain A snake, a stick It is john, it is joe A fish, a flash A silvery glow The bed of the well The end of the line The dismay on the face It's a loss, it's a find A spear, a spike A point, a nail A drip, a drop The end of the day And the river bank talks Of the waters of march It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart The end of the road A little alone A sliver of glass A life, the sun A night, a death The end of the run And the river bank talks Of the waters of march It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart