Zoey

I stand in afternoon sunlight looking at the dead, wonder if they're alright colors of the early spring, is it something i've said between Me and his amber need, grass is green before night, geese fly overhead, my vision appears on overdrive, do some wear a ring, sloping, honking, to the Year ahead, kidding me stood perspiring, why I chose to fight, should kick him out instead, a burden to my flight standing in that yard looking, solemn at those whose tread, sung me all my comfort, all the love they blessed.