Blow Away

Dreams plant false fuckin' hope.
Woke up thinking I was actually holding your hand,
That you actually got back safe,
returned home.

Hacking away at forsythia branches,
Lunging over to try and re-
root themselves in the ground like
claws.
Sap freezing in the stems.
Dead.

Buckeye branches blowing hard,
blowing leaves.
"Oh, my darling. The leaves!"
Fly away like a cloud,
a dream,
lost like holding my hand,
Dream planting seeds like
stems on weeds,
false fuckin' hope planted deep.

Blow! Blow! Blow!
Wind throwing horse chestnuts in the air
like a spiky ball,
swing:miss;
Swing and miss.
Swingedandmissedagain
Hopin' again to see you again,
'll dream again tonight.