She told me
“I will wear flowers...
In homage - splicer of Aladdin's reel;
a bow, beneath the centered piece so drawn...
Fifty summers spent in shade and sun
boating down rivers from ancient leas...
maroon, and mottled.
stem worn thin...
& this is where I find myself -
Running like a wildfire through the fields of...
Some shores are best unkempt
Intricate glass carvings and glass...
When sadness knocks
I don't want to talk...
All day it rained.
There was no destination...
I stifle my scream
Turn pain to Peaches and Cream...
This grief is told of yonder meadows green
how far - as they appear from crater deep...
They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...
30 May 2018
6:17pm...