Sometimes too much time
Thinking about what maybe I shouldn't
I tried too late
Did all you could friends had said
Perhaps for the best they consoled
I don't know
I don't know
Twelve years away it's July
Thunderheads build in the south
A diorama of threat and of promise
We could use more rain
Whoever we is
The doves saying you you you
The hawk circles off against billow
Sometimes too much time
Sometimes I'm certain she knew
Speech lost when she lost her left side
Squeezing my hand with her right
My daughter's compassionate smile
They tied up her jaw with white gauze
A bow on the top of her head
Sometimes too much time
Sometimes I think
Time has high value
Sometimes I do
Far away thunder
Local wind
