bursts of orange

I have lain you down Underneath my avocado tree Next to my other broken crys I have lain you down but there you need not stay Return, Don't turn back I'll write you into my living, See you in foggy mornings and dusty boots a walking I''ll douse you on my lapel wear you in the ticking of my watch Till you're out of sight and gone for good Return, Don't turn back I'll sit down and braid those grass crowns you gifted me so often I was supposed to be part of a gypsy caravan  Not a solitary flower girl in much too chunky bracelets Where did you go friend? If I trail behind you will I pick up the path?

I am told not to punctuate my smileys But like the random capitalisation in my typing I always seem to speak in emphasis It is my constant internal climate A clime that dramatises the weather A clime that pops and crackles as it changes One never quite stable but always promising..