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And I in my Petticoats
And I in my petticoats
And ignoble coats
Of gold and brass and tangerine
Harlequin dancer bells in my hair
Rings around my fingers
Tend to my summer garden
Of frailest snow drops and baby’s breath
To sturdy sunflowers
I look blindly to the sun
Shield my watering eyes
That burn with autumn smoke
There is a dark patch on its face
Where my mirror-tender forgot to water
Put out the flame on that scorching countenance
Where its heat burned even itself
The flame dries my garden’s leaves
Foxes break the stems of my flowers
Rabbits twitch in my lettuce patch
A mold descends
And eats away my roots
Until my garden is rancid thick
Covered with a haze
A miasma of fungus
The next rot in the sun
Should lie here
And I in my petticoats
And ignoble coats
Of gold and brass and tangerine
Harlequin dancer bells in my hair
Rings around my fingers
Tend to my summer garden
Of frailest snow drops and baby’s breath
To sturdy sunflowers
I look blindly to the sun
Shield my watering eyes
That burn with autumn smoke
There is a dark patch on its face
Where my mirror-tender forgot to water
Put out the flame on that scorching countenance
Where its heat burned even itself
The flame dries my garden’s leaves
Foxes break the stems of my flowers
Rabbits twitch in my lettuce patch
A mold descends
And eats away my roots
Until my garden is rancid thick
Covered with a haze
A miasma of fungus
The next rot in the sun
Should lie here