When the dew bids me, no more it can fall
Or it can rise-up off the mossy, floor
When it binds my flowers, with yours no more
Here to the ends of the world—coverall.
When sinews ache beyond all they can take
Hope to god, they break, spring all the way, back
… Cannonball a trainspotting anorak.
I promise you all I won’t bellyache.
Fall back into that unsuspecting lap
And not be grateful for all that has been,
Oh, there hasn’t been a flower so mean,
It hasn’t blossomed from some seed to tap-
Root its way into heaven and blossom
Like this world does in dewdrops so awesome.
Fall Back Into That Unsuspecting Lap
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