To Father

I walking on the railroad ties I am on your legs sometimes I am using your eyes to see The mussle shells cracked and jammed Between the pilings Father to see Blackberry vines naked and rusty Pushing up through concrete and Around the fence posts Enterweaving earth and sky father Pushing back the city With your legs and with your star eyes With your hands of rock and moss Laying her to seed in crimson sage Again making her to seed the highway.