tragically hip, the
you were streets ahead
i couldn't sleep a wink
staring in the dark
by the light of your skin
at myself sitting
on a suitcase
or as the sleeping youth
in the upset sleigh
they don't wait
they won't wait
they run with the weather
listen
you can hear
the sound of the sleigh
the panting of the team
of all runners away
and all the gentle work
of the traces
their jingle-jangle jerk
destroying all space
just stay together
wait
please