If you but could change your heavens
What tapestry would I see
What colors lovely would you breath
Into the fibers
of this weave

Run away Sunday hide-n-seek
Soft silly sunny runny-yolk
Yellow would be the sun
Warm and welcome
on my tender face

Bemoaning broken-hearted shaded
Chill-fated deeply penetrating
Teary-drop kissed September
Greif bending true blue
Through & through would fall
The Rain heavy feathers
On my half-cocked smile smeared
Face

Reckless raging dead ready
Gun-running Past-due
Monday rent letters unsent
Resentful of resentment
Regret-debt building
And supple sacred life-blood
Ruby Red would squeeze the clay
Tween my hungry toes

Going up the country
Good morning sunshine springtime
Young dumb funny fragrant
Wild-free Ivy covered
New roses blooming thorns included
Very verdant hurtless
Green would be the leaves
Of every plant & tree
Tween my fragile touchy—
Feely fingers

Windy crystal misted
Missing the missing
Ghosts of folk-songs
Long-gone shining in
The shimmering just
Before dawn twilight
Broken mirror fearfilled
Tear-stained Shining—
Knights-armor sterling
Silver grey
Would be the tombstone
Of you
That never gets made
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