Winterbloom from Robinson Terminal by Robinson Terminal

To the valley far away
We journeyed on a Saturday
Over highway, overkill
Past the exit for the old sawmill
Blue Ridge mountains then downhill
81 to Timberville
To Timberville

Out beyond the junk-filled yard
A hoarder’s hovel empty, charred
Meadows filled with ancient boulders
And one lane roads without a shoulder
On farmstead land of age unknown
The Rader’s home reduced to stone
Reduced to stone

In a screened-in room where thistles bloom
Voices from behind the tomb
Chinese whispers, stray cat whiskers
Cross your heart and ask your sister
Or ask your @Mom

And in the mall at the edge of town
The king of beasts puts down his crown
To sell us bread and eggs and flowers
Riding mopeds after hours
Riding after hours

Above the herd in darkling fields
The milky light of night reveals
The rocks, the trees the winterbloom
And lowing cows outside our room
Mmm… outside

A tidal wave of stars on high
Most unseen by naked eye
In search of Vulcan’s alibi
The astrological night sky
The night sky

After dark an old skylark
That poisoned pigeons in the park
A refugee from way back when
Rumbles back to life again
It circles in the grass and then
Returns to roost in cryogen
In cryogen

And in the corner, a piebald colt
Whinnies then begins to bolt
But always fails to get away
Or to find the road that leads to old Broadway
Old Broadway
Old Broadway

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