he kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill   she'll never love him but knows that her father will   her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her   breast never dries when he's hungry      the money came and she died in her rocking chair   the window wide and the rain in her braided hair   a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle   like a hymn to the house she was making      blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a    wind that is whispering something   strong as hell but not hickory rooted      she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette   and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed   and summer left like her walking with another and a   sound of a church bell ringing      the money came and he died like a butterfly   a buried star and the haze of the city lights   a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the   blue feathered wing - we were lucky      blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a    wind that is whispering something   strong as hell but not hickory rooted