Already irises on the alley’s north edge
Maybe you had to wait for spring
To start missing this place
No future in a brown, barren world
Maybe you had to wait for spring
But you can’t miss the place you’re in
No future in a brown, barren world
Today’s T-minus three months
But you can’t miss the place you’re in
Rent check mailed, potluck later
Today’s T-minus three months
Scrub the rugs, open the windows
Rent check mailed, potluck later
Dilated today, bright greens and blues
Scrub the rugs, open the windows
Obeying some kind of silent orders
Dilated today, bright greens and blues
This week the leaves came all at once
Obeying some kind of silent orders
The French doors of their knowing
This week the leaves came all at once
When did you open to the invisible?
The French doors of your knowing
Light rose & sandalwood incense
When did you open to the invisible
To start missing this place
Light rose & sandalwood incense
Already irises on the alley’s north edge