How soon we forget
That these swathes of swaying grass
Were once the wild wood
How soon we forget
That these swathes of swaying grass
Were once the wild wood
Rubicund folioe
Dandling blithely atop
Golden garnerings
Warm rain won’t drive us
Away. What if everyone
Is imaginary?
Carpet crop circles
Sun faded wallpaper frames
Naked noose bulbs hang