Anchor dress

After everything,

There is a blank wall silt

The Random timber growl

Walk

 

Which dress will it be  

Mama don't know,

I don't think she ever could

 

Fifteen years late,

Looking down the slow young

Lousy renegade

It moves so much the same.

Staring sometimes so seamlessly 

Into the timids of my babies

I am theirs, 

My heart will dissolve in them

 

After everything,

The dead toes, and the crystal sound waves,

The cherries that break in table frock, 

Streams that forever nape by the waterfall.

  

They change nothing,

They don't mean to.