Foxtail Garden from Foxtail Garden by Rebecca L. Rand

It’s cold out here
this time of year
I’m tired too
let’s lay around this hidden noon

go look around
bring back what you’ve found
burrs hooked on you
make sure to pick them off your shoes

I want to feel your pain they say
refuse to see me harden
by wrist I lead them through the gray
into the foxtail garden

This iron gate
holds in my hate
this gravel path
is too-well worn, you do the math

these barren rows
reap what they sow
seasons cycle through
tell me what autumn means to you

you have to walk amid the waste
to be a witness too
there is no way to see this place
except for walking through

I want to feel your pain they say
refuse to see me harden
by wrist I lead them through the gray
into the foxtail garden

I’m tired dear
I’ll lay right here
this fishhook bed
these velvet blankets are so red

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• folk
• indie rock
• San Francisco