And blossoms write
your name on copper blue.
It’s delicate, a difficult
thing to do –
turning petals to letters before they alight.
And blossoms write
your name on copper blue.
It’s delicate, a difficult
thing to do –
turning petals to letters before they alight.
You’ve bailed
on your watery world
and are screaming now
in the bird-soaked air.