Camouflage

Pale bouquet of only one rose
Each petal exposed with so much to show
Against failing gray, the steel only knows this sparse garden
And corrodes in to formless opaque
Behind curtains that can't hide the light
Stars set for Micah
Bring summer inside
So certain of your maternal plight
You've packed up the car, leaving tonight
Leaving tonight, leaving tonight
When a kid has a kid, with a crash of the dishes
Tender and bruised, seized by the wrist
Just look at what you did
You picked up the pieces
Only two and some glue
Easily fixed
But you only see ripening wished
Images of you, with edges slightly turned
Are possibilities, like buds on dead branches
This tragedy renews, eighteen years returned
Eighteen years returned
Eighteen years returned
And now all this rain refuses to fall
Just hangs in the air with delicate courage
Corrugated shade, cheap but so strong
Cool cinder-blocks barred in this humid garage
Above all the clouds, more red than white
Feelings more blue than green
The smell, the mirage
And confirm all your doubts
Of perceptions not perceived
Just something to believe
Just camouflage
Camouflage, camouflage
Camouflage, camouflage
Camouflage, camouflage