This Is Not the Year

by Harrison Lemke

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Memory
comes out and meets you like an enemy
in the smell of burning fields,
in desire that never yields.
You're getting tired;
it's getting down to the wire.
Another year or two,
who knows what you might do.

December comes on like a heart attack.
You call and no one calls you back.

They all get depressed,
or so they say.
Hole up in their rooms
like stowaways.

They've paved over the vacant lots
where you and your brothers got lost.
Is love just standing by
watching a million useless things die?
Birds headed south
and you've half a mind to follow them out,
leave the dead for dead,
follow the magnet in your head,

but something in the treeline glow
says you've got nowhere to go.

You might make it to Sandpoint
or Kellogg
or Moscow, or Spokane,
but if you ran,
well, the hemisphere's too small,
the world's too hard
to break such a late fall.

credits

released March 12, 2021
Harrison Lemke — electric guitar, acoustic guitar, harmonica, vocals.
Marc Barnes — drums.
Jared Evans — lead guitar.
Caleb Knorr — piano.
Daniel Merritt — bass guitar.

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