Postcard from Spain - Ryan Hemsworth

Buffy Sainte-Marie plays

Here and there pale Valencia oranges — I just got it

This must be the place

Origin signifies a name and that’s it

Simple, I like it

We’re late to our little apartment

It’s not you I’m angry with

How close from here do you think the ocean is?

Overhead, a bright white page

A thought half forms

I’ve pined so long for—

The name escapes

A few more years, and then

The weight will be replaced

Can you hear that old man running?

He won’t make it back

Walled in by cypresses

The next three years are coming

Simple, a name escapes

What is his pain like?

He thinks about it enough on his own time

What is his pain like?

He thinks about it enough on his own time

The next few years are coming

Did you see an old man running?

The next few years are coming

Overhead, a bright white page

A thought half forms

I’ve pined so long for—

The name escapes

A few more years, and then

The weight will be replaced

Can you hear that old man running?

He won’t make it back

Can you hear that old man running?

He won’t make it back

Can you hear that old man running?

Buffy Sainte-Marie plays

Can you hear that old man running?

Overhead, a bright white page

Buffy Sainte-Marie plays