Doors are closing mid-Spring
outside it is balmy and less pink
Summer lasts year 'round, I recall
my cold and rainy days in Canada
People bind their souls to statues
of promise as light pools between buildings
To sleep to an empty dream of a house
with some acreage, less concrete
More requirement, more freedom
lillies on the lilt of lips of pretty lies
I risked it all for a seventeen hour
drive and a dual citizenship.
You know my Mama said she'll
put the fear of God in me if I leave with you
So I left. What weapon could I have
against her? My magnum broken
across the kitchen linoleum.
What war was I in, exactly, what would I win?
But God or War aren't what I'm afraid of—
the sword of abandonment from you scared me.
Now poppies dance in the warmth of early
summer, our estate manager says
they can take care of it, let them,
relief runs in unexplored miles
before the storm holds ominously
above I ask of you my dearly beloved —
Well, what are you waiting for?
