Fortune
William Fitzsimmons
There's fortune in the furlough
On the other side
Wrap ourselves in blankets
The crossing of a bridge so wide, so high
It's murky in the meadow
As we draw in the lines we threw
And leveraging the ledgers
Forgetting all the blood we drew
But what I do remember
What I do remember is you
It's hollow in the harvest
What I've lost I count as gain
Filling up the firmament
Visions of the one you gave away
