XXIV
little girl, don't be afraid
of things the palm tree said
jealous of jacaranda
and wanting to be placated
accusing you of fickleness
you loved no less than you ever did
and you love no less now
hiding behind a wall
covered in scrawls
teenage graffiti proclaiming
that forever is never too much
and we are all eternal
god oh god little woman
you are living on an island
where you sway when the wind blows
and cry when the salt gets in your eyes
jacaranda still kind
and palm a ghost who doesn't know you
get lost in the embrace that drifts
from across the ocean
there is love in the water if you look
and heat in the sand that warms your skin
until you have returned to that safe place
of things the palm tree said
jealous of jacaranda
and wanting to be placated
accusing you of fickleness
you loved no less than you ever did
and you love no less now
hiding behind a wall
covered in scrawls
teenage graffiti proclaiming
that forever is never too much
and we are all eternal
god oh god little woman
you are living on an island
where you sway when the wind blows
and cry when the salt gets in your eyes
jacaranda still kind
and palm a ghost who doesn't know you
get lost in the embrace that drifts
from across the ocean
there is love in the water if you look
and heat in the sand that warms your skin
until you have returned to that safe place