LETRA
My Last Tears Will Be A Blue Melody
The brightest kind of dew dresses the lawn chairs
While rambling plants
Form their own patterns
In a swirly green
And one by one the awkward knots are loosened
In flowing skeins
Exquisite movements
On an emerald back road
Changeable movements
Of a shimmery light coat
Unsteady movements
And the shortness of the dawn
Of the dawn
Of the dawn...