Linger, Let Me Linger

Like the thorn bush twines

Against the chain link fence

Like the spider spins its rings between the trees

And the lonely sycamore bends to the breeze

I am the puddles in the street

Waiting for your falling leaves

Twine your vines around me, drop your branches in my path

Linger, let me linger

Hearts drawn on a dusty window pane

A love note lying in the road

A car circling 'round a darkened street

A woman crying on the phone

We are like the crickets in the spring

Calling out from under stones

Twine your vines around me, drop your branches in my path

Linger, let me linger