A Happy Madness For Elaine
this garden of slackened souls,
I throw colour at it, fling pinky things
into its tangled weave
of lavender that sleeps sedate
as an ancient cat, and the ivy tries
to blindly entangle the moon
but that girl was my happy madness
where grass wouldn’t grow without me
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