The Turnaround Road

Cars, three-point turns make pentagrams in the dirt At the end of the road where I sit in the morning The weeks have been hazy but something is changing I watched the sun convince the weakest cloud to let it through It said "I would have gone crooked but for you" There's a sticky orange vine here And it grows over everything I don't know what they call it I call it 'Darling Creeper' I give names to the flora and to the fauna Most descriptive of their character to me And there's snakes I have been warned about There's rattlers in this roundabout They come in from the chaparral They crawl beyond the gravel now That I like it when I'm sitting with things around me moving It may look like I'm brooding Like I'm getting not much done But oh! there is a cure here The light is very pure here I'm gathering my strength like a consumptive in the sun And I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you I would have gone crooked but for you I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you I would have gone crooked Sons, an artist left His red rock garden in the turnaround road where I sit in the morning It gets kicked around the cul-de-sac By those who go and double back As if there is no-throw affair in absence of a beaten track And red ants are moving with their sick and withered comrades They carry the bodies of the withered in their mouths Because it is no big deal Hey, what else is there to do But set your sight on something and pull your tangles through Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you I would have gone crooked but for you Oh I would have gone crooked but for you, but for you Oh I would have gone crooked And I don't think I even knew before now Hey I feel steady and I feel good Light and emptied of last night's food There's a mountain ahead When I'm ready to go up from the edge of the turnaround road Cars three-point turns make mandalas in the dirt At the end of the road where I sit in the morning The weeks have been hazy but something is changing I watched the sun convince the smallest cloud to let it through It said "I would have gone crooked but for you" I would have gone crooked but for you