Adirondack Amish Holler

So I am the eyes
 That my father cried out
 In our swamp sunk with doubt
 In the darkyards of North Country aging uncles
 Caught in the summer horrid
 Endless and fluttered torrid
 But all of my ditches
 Were buzzing green as I grew taller
 Fam'ly don't know that
 I've seen the road end
 Far past the bridges where
 Salt thaws out to the river
 There on the roadside
 Passing by I spied
 Billboards that relied on
 Only I to deliver
 The dusk to the years
 And old mirrors, in here
 Now those windows still bring back memories
 Supermarket rusting through the trees
 Hearts drawn on invisibilities, like these
 Aching Spring please bring a ring
 For the powder songs these orchards sing
 And that shall string the one thing I have left
 In Adirondacka, you are the fire escape alley gleaming
 I've shed your red valleys dreaming
 Of Springtown streets and pinksky sheets
 Adirondacka, harmonicas were blowing through the fairgrounds, darlin'
 Life blows their scary sounds on us
 But that is why the spirits fly in Adirondacka
 So my twitchin' girl
 When I kissed you our dock had been broken
 And every word spoken
 Were desp'rate desire seeds
 Sown in your raging hair
 Blown to your face so fair
 But I died five lifetimes
 Before I breathed just what I needed
 No place is safe no more
 'Cept sometimes in my door-
 I have something that no one else ever touches
 Oh Adirondacka, dust bowl harmonicas
 Blew through poor houses
 And all sorts of awkward crutches
 The city hall poplars soon perfumed of death
 The kitchen yellows soon paled every breath
 The afternoon lethargy makes our home cleft, and left
 Open wide as barns divide the supper swamp and gentle pride
 From every side as sunset is upset
 In America, the mayor comes
 And walks among the Greenpark benches
 Dreams are just like endless trenches
 It quenches me halfheartedly
 Adirondacka, I am the water you are pumping
 The town-end glades are up and jumping
 The narrow road, my past implodes in episodes that I've forgotten
 We love our families
 We love our twilight trees
 We love our memories
 Salt pours out to the river
 There on the swamp edge
 Skies north of the mountains
 My eyes pulse like fountains
 And salt pours out to the river
 Kiss you in eye-gulps
 As my piney heart yelps
 In no other manner
 Could salt pour out to the river
 At dinnertime