She grew tired
She grew tired
She grew tired
She went out

in the meadow
not too far
to collect ladybugs in the blue flax
sing by the creek

sing with the ladybugs here, by the creek

She starts making a basket out of Yerba Buena and out of her own hair
and her sister’s hair and out of out of dog blood and out of
the elderberries dropped on the gravel path to her best friend’s house
she, she forgets

I forget how