seasonal

this sounded great at the time and i'm gonna leave it at that =D



there is a season for everything,
specific like clementines in spring,
and oranges grow all year round, but
they aren't half as sweet, you don't
have to wait for them, spring
is the season of lovers, popping out
of the wet ground like mushrooms,
for this reason, odd numbered clusters
of fungi always make me sad, make me think
about traveling, plane tickets and bus fares, i
want to be somewhere before i figure out
how to find it, my roots were made for moving,
they wear size 11 shoes though they don't
make dress clothes that fit me,
yet