lolita

On a cedartip

Memories of a crystal

Dangle hesistant

So soon? they ask

So soon

But any consoling words vanish

Under an ominous

Shuff shuff

The forest drops her wintercoat

Onto the floor as he parts the

curtains of dawn

Awaken, my dear, no it’s never too early

To melt into my embrace

Awaken, my dear, and fill your discontent maw

Go on, etch, etch your name into this

wild, abhorrent canvas

It’s going in a paper shredder either way

You budding, bare-chested beauty

Now then

Time to go

You can cry if you like

And upon a cedartip

If they even know how

The fledgling snowdrops say goodbye and

Relinquish

Mount Robson, 3-4-26