Out Down

Put it out there. Wait for love.
Give it up and take it down.

You can do it with a screen.
You can write it as a text,

But it’s not so changed you can’t
See it for what it once was—

A dance in front of the hearth,
A plea, a song, please see me.

I like my songs dumb, my own,
In the old sense, sung for none.