woke up in a parking lot air mattresses gone flat the sun selecting targets for the shadows to attack so make a visor with your hand squint at where you re from a lonely line of buildings you can block out with your thumb salute the way we tried and no one knows we re anywhere we re not supposed to be so stay a while and watch the wind throw patterns on a field this crop withstood the months of snow scavengers and blight tuned every year towards a tiny lengthening of light found a way to rise we know this world is good enough because it has to be allow the hope that we will meet again out in the winter wheat find me in the winter wheat