tangled up in you
as bluebirds do
vetting your decay
gloved hands pulling you
weeping your yellowed leaves
anguish crying out
shakily torn from your home
from summered ground
men jeering
lovey, you are so easily renounced
girls flattering
lovey, you were the prettiest in town
if only you knew, as ivy would say
mourning as if her leaves were fully on display