from
Old Invitations,
released January 18, 2014
Sewing Ghosts
Constance felt her front teeth
On the tip of her tongue
Taciturn and backbeat
Leathered eyes to the sun
The cottonheads and milkweed
Teaching hearts not to yell
And water for the workweek
Swinging low in the well
But at night she heard the old ones
Sewing ghosts in their songs
Blue as sapphires in the moonlight
Floating hope to the young
No man could own her soul