on the blowball lawn
I don't know how to feel
allergy's in the air,
you're forlorn and irreal
I don't know how to act
I am losing myself
on the aspens squared lawn,
I no longer resent,
I do nothing, but hope
you'll come over once more
to this point at the globe
where I'm willing for more,
where I listen to you
and don't know how to feel,
where you may cut it down
and no longer appeal
9.06.-21.07. 2022