Outwards Crying

The greens lie where They were planted and so it grows Deeply routed Beneath the ply boards a harvest fly I'm leaving this town for a minute Leaving all I've found I'm leaving this town for a second Or even just a day Shrunken beneath the silver lining Fervent Drool Outwards crying Slowly dying Spiralling Outwards crying Slowly dying Fade away Fern umbrellas that hold their heads Ripe green eyes They may one day be an ochre shade of a butterfly I'm leaving this town for a minute Leaving all I've found I'm leaving this town for a second Or even just a day Outwards crying Slowly dying Spiralling Outwards crying Slowly dying Fade away Outwards crying Slowly dying Spiralling Outwards crying Slowly dying Fade away