so when the sky opens up to me I take it
swallowing the cirrus wisps like cream in my coffee
when the trees start molting and showing their pinfeather leaves
I rejoice, hoping that they won’t leave me with only red and orange to remember them by
when the ivy hisses petulantly around my limbs I welcome it
the deep green like a reminder of words not yet reclaimed
I can hope for something truer than this
but what could be truer than blueskies blue eyes?
my notes spill over into song somehow
witch hazel iridaceae to cushion your fall from disgrace
I trail their affections and affectations like linen through water
even if I still don’t believe in Ophelia’s willow tree
her river can wait forever
I am too busy performing subconscious cardiac surgery at a touch
go away, please, can’t you see
the world blooms richly for me today and I have no time for their professions and professors
Mnemosyne’s petals are behaving well today
and I can see the firetiger with peridot eyes up ahead.
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