For a Week or Two

Some lost coast Some bright days No face on your young head Piece of wheat In your teeth Carrying water, pears, and bread And you’re close to some surrender You can feel it at your feet And later on remember When the fever broke and you could eat And you’ve brought enough to last another week or two Know the door is open know that I miss You sought land Overgrown No words, no false, no true Water stands Waves just pass through it Like something moves through you