the moon was a sliver in the middle of the night and we gave up dithering and went on our way and we sowed seeds wherever we went fallen leaves and everything we meant it was a frosting of sweetheart the water and the asphalt as we grew sweet on the rest of the world and we sowed seeds wherever we went fallen leaves and everything we meant we sowed seeds wherever we went we married gutsy and the cousins with come but the bloodline boast the opposite and there was frost on the pond as we stopped in the dark right up to the hill a slight fear of backlash of bruising and guilt their smiles effaced with encouragement to lend while the weakly why us sirens sounding again like an alarm we sowed seeds fallen leaves on the ground of the town that devoured us we sowed seeds for the armless and the dedicated darlings with too much love and too much time used with you