Leaf glass on the green grass bed.
I picked up one whirligig leaf and said,
"This was lava, basalt pillows, foaming stone
Worn down at last by years alone
Against the rain to sand, to china bone."
The glass tree laughed leaves in breezes
And scattered more broken pieces.
I love whatever breaks however it pleases.
I picked up one whirligig leaf and said,
"This was lava, basalt pillows, foaming stone
Worn down at last by years alone
Against the rain to sand, to china bone."
The glass tree laughed leaves in breezes
And scattered more broken pieces.
I love whatever breaks however it pleases.