Enter and Pail

Buckets of feelings
Dew on the grass
No one believing a frost that’s last

Ancient haunts of brown noses
Owls that poses a serious question
Lesson of growth lost in twine

Hand on the steering wheel
Way out east
Highways connecting my feelings in wet

Gray noises blown out of fear
Banner men belonging
Clouds and moist fog dye here

Flowers in her broken hand
Not given by this bleeding hart

Screaming noise not put on our earth
In no one does she find comfort

I’m not known for my direction
But I know she’s not lost

One more moment and she treads
Towards the sun

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