I am nimbled fingered
Braiding flowers
In the devils hair
If he wants
To know my secrets
I will whisper
Them into his ears myself
About how susan
Got her black eye
Queen Anne
Tore her lace
When the summer lighting
Thundered down
How much golden rods
Are really worth
I am a wild flower
Spinning in fields
Winding vines around your leg
Until I crumble to Adam and Eve dust
In a primrose casket
We love
With fingers crossed
Behind our backs