In an upside-down garden
She's formed a fence
perpendicular lines of rainbow skittles,
broken angel wings,
dusty books, forgotten thoughts,
her garden, fit to bloom
whenever you arrive.
There is a fairy tale for her
waiting at the bottom of the well,
about a goose that laid an egg,
a poisoned apple, a journey to the sea
and she is fit to live in disillusion,
sweep her mind as though it was simply
dust for your broom,
her world is constant, mobile, changing,
looking to live in liberty.
so, how was that for spur of the moment?