outside, digging

james vincent mcmorrow

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

till we existed

where nothing stood

bitter how we almost missed

staggered that it did not flood

when i look back in season

from under root

cornering for different reasons

burdened with the lesser fruit

and soft

and soft and shirtless sleeves

unsteady as it seems

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

i wish i had understood my marks

was not worried about single parts

i cut like a fragment of a single heart

i cut like a fragment of a single heart

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so little light from the warmth of the sun

there is so