Sweet alyssum and fuchsia phlox
And creeping thyme between the rocks
And underneath the Irish moss
There be a wet blanket of acid green, what's buried?
Pollen falling, it makes me sneeze
Your lungs were choked, your eyes couldn't see
The liverleaf, the bumblebees
The crumbling wood and broken stones and scattered clover seeds
Your ashes
Your ashes
Your ashes
Your ashes
Think a minor sounds like stars
I put my ear down to the ground to hear the sound of your heart
Widowmakers up in the trees
In the poison ivy, I go dance in bare feet
Your ashes
Your ashes
Your ashes
Your ashes
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