A Leafless Stalk
Don’t let the worms touch the brittle petals,
Just blow them to my empty palms
As gentle dream. I can no longer settle
Be lonely as a leafless stalk.
And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.
It rains all over our roofs and our raincoats
And we might fall or wither away,
I long for the time,
for the night when the moth comes
But hope for a visit of an insect less gray.
And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.
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