Hoover, why you holding back the lake For the fancy tails that swim the gentle arc? For the fiddle heads that rim the ragged bank Or for the kid who pressed shadows against him Hoover was polished white and broad shoulders Built for the people he serves Three stories of solid progress and propped up by a kickstand of a boy Who threw shadows against the levee His horses glide the inside of the box canyon And he could break them with a flicker of his fingers "Hey, Appaloosa, you're a flicker of birds Hey, Palomino, you're looking like Abraham Hey, Dapple gray, you're breaking up against his belly" Hoover why you holding back For the silver cats that drag the murky deep? Or for the kid who drew his thumb across your lip To pull the water down over him Horses tangled in the bridal veil "Hey, Appaloosa, you're a flicker Hey, Palomino, you're looking like a Hey, Dapple gray, you're breaking up"