Out with the stars– they make me feel small. Out with future plans– I should learn to fall like a leaf, life can be sweet.
In with the clowns– they're good to have around. There's a lesson in their pale of confetti: Life is little more than promise and empty threat.
I've been in my garden mapping out the world, past the hedgerows I founded Mexico. The rooting plums marked Eurpoe as my turnip patch. Where I saw ants movving sand I invented Iraq and Iran.
Hello Lilac! Do you remember me? I was your Hummingbird, I crossed your sullen sea. When you get that Swallow out of your mouth give me a call. You used to be my all