the cicadas call your name
while the sirens swim in circles in the lake,
there is a marriage in the house and your father has got his money hanging out
and i can hear you in the blood rain
there is a baby with your skin, there is a party in the basement again, your mother is in love
as i fill the fire pit with wood
in the blood rain
and you are old and i am older
and i see you, seeing me