First we are lying in the grass in the shade close to one another, we are taking rest. So I say are you as afraid of your mother as I am in love with beautiful women walking down church steps to their cars? Then of course we have a quarrel until I become breathless the trees are breathless my hands are breathless everything is near to us and then a copperhead is very near to your leg. I look to the copperhead and then I look to the foothills the mountains in the distance everything is in the distance there is something bigger than us and it is a star if it explodes.