Florimell’s Parallel
the rain fell up in ropy lines
the day he finally left
the sun then froze a crystal blue
the day he finally left
the insects sang a punk rock tune
the day he finally left
the oak trees grew metallic spines
the day he finally left
the day he finally left
itchy lips kissed sticky pines
the day he finally left
painted face a purple raccoon
the day he finally left
tongue slurped sweet, dandelion stew
the day he finally left
rainropes twisted and entwined