Temporary Archipelago from Temporary Archipelago by David Roos

There’s a gap in the fence, the sheep might get out
They could find their way out onto the road, there is no doubt
But with no car, there’s really no place they can go
And with no sense of direction, they’ve got to take things kind of slow

There’s a tear in the heavens, the stars come spilling out
Pouring out into the night black in a tumbled cloud
They form a constellation overhead, a temporary archipelago
There’s an avalanche warning, so we better keep our voices low

Line up two points to see your way clear

There’s a certain kind of quiet that comes only in the wintertime
Only when the crows have gotten all that’s left, and the roots have dried
Settled on a branch, in a beak, we are listening for the sound
That will set us into flight as we leave some feathers on the ground

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