rolled one gunwale deep

swamp blues
and bad news,
I am never looking for ya
anymore. 

trade changes of the past
for the heart I have now,
which is doing its job well
of just beating. 

admonished to stick it out,
teach and learn,
no matter the lengths of days,
I lay awake at night and think of trains. 

underwater mostly,
the tide is ebbing,
last words and long shore. 
so I cry.