Santa Cruz Water Tank
I am staring at the water tank
Against the deep blue sky
Sitting on a straight back chair
By the iron stove
Your favorite cat
Snoozing on my knees
I am staring at the cattle
Bedded under the oaks
The wind is cool on my sweating neck
The weather could be worse today
Even if the mountains have gotten darker
Since you've gone
I am walking down the forest trail
With no laces on my shoes
Thinking about your love
That I'm just about to lose
I don't know what to do
To make it go along