walk the way to town

psalms soulfully suggest
a revolution deducting lucid
thought as willows cry distraught
the mossy ground wet with tears soil toils not to drown,
lift your dressing gown across the lawn, through the
merciless mud and twig looking
for a truth to give, please hold
me in sustainable arms, as wings are for birds that fly and I, can’t get up
off the ground as little flowers act as if there’s nothing wrong along
the lonely walk the way to town.