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