Green to Gone

When I'm twenty-two

when it's two-thousand-four

when you're twenty-four

meet me Big Sur

You dress in denim from your neck to your knees

and you turn your back to the bossy breeze

and a plane goes by silenced by riptide

Sea salty-watering me

When I'm twenty-six

when it's two-thousand-eight

when you're twenty-eight

meet me Montana

It's gonna be a sweet the end

or a nono it's tootoo late

or a mymymy oh how I've missed

the way your way makes me make me

Sometimes the leaves succulently

sometimes the leaves poisoning

Sometimes they go from green to gone