season after season
my veins are full of blue
and my soul is ripe
my soul is ripe
there is an elevator
to the top of your flower
but the sign says
don’t bother
where did you go
where did you go
remember when
you were pregnant
with the sea
but you had
to give her up
where did you go
where did you go
there is a cricket
in the afterlife
whose leggy violin
will put us all to sleep
where did you go
where did you go
bhagiti 8.3.07 perrysburg, oh