the sun
blanket it in billowing clouds
drape the grey on jeering crowds
but I’ll still waltz in moonbeams
flittering under the evergreen
in fields that glean

They can take away
the songbird
cut all his notes
so, none are heard
slash the humpback whales
drowning their song
in a blood sea bath
wearing a sarong
but I’ll still swim thin as a lath
making a wake in the aftermath

They can take away
the flowers
pulling up their roots
no perfume showers
or bearing fruits
but I’ll still lie in the dandelions
waving and bobbing
as the bearded dragons