That blue-eyed girl
I do not understand.
She taps gently on the sides of her stool
noticing how the silence makes this thunderous
her fingers soften and it turns to a quiet pacing
looks down to the ground and searches for something
she thinks I do not notice the song
one about manic children and pregnant sunflowers
but she's humming it loudly
and does not know this
I smile to myself
and promise to keep this a secret.
That blue-eyed girl
walks away from this garden
I had not built.
And when I do kneel down
to plant a new seed
it is too late
what's left is the stench of old soil
the sound of hollow branches and dead leaves as they break beneath my feet
but I drop the seed and the earth it swallows,
an opening greets me,I peer down with a full heart
a tiny glimpse of blue
escapes the glittering darkness
for one fleeting moment.
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