Celebration Florist

My hair is dirty blonde now
And there are even little sea sand pieces in there probably
I wish there were none
Smelling dish soap and honey across the room
I'll stay hiding across the wild thousands
You stay on those roads that fit winter rust trucks, single file
Sleep early, wake early
Folding in neatly always that this is my life feeling
And I shut off all the lights myself
In charge of every light
I have a few plants, but I have rescued exactly none
None such connection to that deep magic
With these hands now as I know them
A new scar and wow tons of plants
Plant-induced psychosis
Keep me close, I’m good invisible
Sitting in loss like a beanbag chair

If I lose my eyes
I've thrown them over the bluff
Frozen in the stream
To see the flood

And if I lose my mind
Please give it back to the earth
Fire, water, wind
Earth, fire, water, wind