On your scorched, earth reminded us
You were twisted cedar
You are now yellow and red
Mellow gold in the sun
Crimson in the dusk
And dust at night
You were the sun
Now on the stars, atop a mountainfar from water
The cries of cicadas and locusts cannot touch meadows here after

Let’s fly together on the waterlilies
With the airbrushedstrokes of changing times
And meandering minds, stellar starlight touch my musical soul
Knock on heavin’ doors and hellish floors
Burgundy ******* are all my purple sorority girls want in this year’s model
Let me read you van of people by the burgeoning of December, in a deafening silence of cold corpses freezing raining Winter Wednesdays

I love your bread and breakfast
On the winter mornings in cupped hash brown and coffee
Blowing to cool our girls brimming with glee, steaming past our lurking eyes