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I’m sure this was the place
The house of God
With its flat tin roof
And ample parking space
And its one oak knotted as a psalm
I’m sure this was the place
The brown couch lawn
And old hoist crooked
Ever slightly as a crow
The one garment pending the fall
Hmm, like our fathers before
And their fathers before them too
Hmm, I have stared into space
Till everything looked brand new
I’m sure this was the place
A salt-licked caravan
Wild sprawling figs coursed
With their slow adrenaline
And the idling engine of the sea
Hmm, like our fathers before
And their fathers before them too
Hmm, I have stared into space
Till everything looked brand new
But I’m sure this was the place
I’m sure this was the place
The trickle river’s end
Ferns written deep in the rocks
Like withered open hands
And the one swimmer with a belly full of fall
Hmm, like our fathers before
And their fathers before them too
Hmm, I have stared into space
Till everything looked brand new
But I’m sure this was the place
