Laburnum

I fixed upon nature

The sounds of fact, or fable

As if some kind of staple

Missing out on lecture

It was a laburnum

Which i seeked,

As a chrysanthemum

That I watched breed.

Even though the laburnum, would lacerate

The soul plunders itself

The master, had conquered himself

Because of an inner abate...

All the emotion, abaft my room

I found alleviating, to feel anew.

Having a dollar store broom

That would clean the dusty dew.

I fixed upon nature

The sounds of fact, or fable

They had given me a label

Because I could nurture...