These Golden Jewels

I left a black shoe hanging
from a telephone wire
I threw hubcaps in the bushes
filled the creek with burning tires

I drove circles in the meadow
threw tvs off a cliff
I scattered dirty needles
in a grassy ditch

Shopping carts of garbage
overturned in silver ponds
in fields of wild mustard
I abandoned several cars

at the edge of town
these golden jewels
I left them all for you

You, hiding in the falling leaves
and the spider’s dew-dropped ring
You, lying in the muddy river
with ten thousand wild wings

I will set the world on fire
pluck the stars down from the sky
if you will spend with me, my dear
a single summer night

at the edge of town
my golden jewel
I’m waiting here for you