Stash of Sickly Weed

Your subway echoes to her song

When she’s sure you’re on your way

I sit alone with my thoughts and hopes for her

And search hungry for the apple of her eye

Because there’s nothing new you need to do

Her heart’s dreams will surely follow you

And when my pride is brave enough to questions why?

She muses over the canyons of her chilly autumn sky

Skipping with the squirrels and the sticky cherry trees

Because she could sing your dreary peace

Far away from her grubby pretty pub

(With all it’s drunk and merry boys)

When she arrives here to gently lay me down

Then I’ll burn away my stash of sickly weed

© Sean P. Ransom 24/9/2020

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