I carve a garden
She cannot see;
Where songbirds sip
Their midnight tea.
.
I curate a garden
That needs love and energy.
Where feathers fall and trust
and land,
and learn to love again.
.
Cardinals guard the gate,
Their crimson breaks hate.
.
I carefully water the roots
And cleanse the soil,
So no poison can infect my foils.
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I fear that the Dahlia's sepals
Will sing these decaying lyricals,
And that her Borderline Seed
Will commence the ceremony —
of dying stars whose ashes ask why,
and burn my sky.
.
I fear that the Dahlia's sepals
Will commence the ceremony —
Where I cadaver dance
Before I'm granted breath
Where I speak and no one is dead.
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Gardens learn ---
where grief is torn.
I carve a garden
she cannot see!
Majestic songbirds drink magical tea.
.
A place of strength
of life
and cardinals that bite.
A place of red roses
that are all lovely and serene,
and not ones that choke beauty.
.
The banshees aren't welcome
with my birds and my tea ---
they cannot vex me.
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God, I pray for you,
enjoy my tea
and have my birds view
the outside,
where Dahlia cannot stand,
she cannot reach my land.
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A place of strength is where I stay
In this play,
With masks that display
How people really don't understand the dismay
that forges itself from falcon sway.
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The cardinals eat grass
and sip crystal water,
As clear as day
Like the middle of a spring day;
in my Garden of whimsical birds,
and their chosen tea and desserts.