Red breasted, black feathered friend has flown south for the Winter Daphnes flowers may return, the fragrance that faded with the season. Who are we now a piece of something broken washed upon the Puget Sound, and who are the ones that we all called to blame on when the moon outshined the sun, you should know to wait until the morning light has come. White wing’d old feathered friend halt all your pretending, sail back to the sea cityscape, fall away from the forest.
from Lone Bodies
released March 4, 2012
Featuring Charlie Smith on piano.
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