For Richard Swift
For John and Bill
For every gift lifted far before its will
Judee and Smith

For Berman too
I've met the myth hanging heavy over you
I loved you long
You rose to go

Beneath you, songs, perfect angels in the snow
So time to stage
Forget reserve
The type of great coronation you deserve

I'm going out for a weekend
I'm gonna borrow a Martin or Gibson
With Either/Or and The Hex for my Bookends
Carrying every text that you've given

I'm gonna swim for a week in
Warm American Water with dear friends
Swimming high on a lea in an Eden
Running all of the leads you've been leaving