Someone took my body from me sometime last october

When the water meadow first lived up to its name

They lay me in the parody puddles

Floated me off like a doomed toy boat

I hope they covered me in flowers

I walk the circuit

Searching for my self

Beneath the shadows and the tendrils

And the crocuses that arch their heads

Gulping frantic purple breaths

And the daffodils that learn to dance off beat

To the buffeting baneful broken breeze