offerings.

won't i please
your hand do take
in mine
and mine alone
through the broken sweets
i offered thee
at ten past three
past all the trees
i did take but one
along with me
to the carpet
of hall deedee
and there i sat
wondering still
what will i do
with your words
that did play and run
like children ought
like we forgot
through the omens
of future years
what will i do
with your words
that crushed the sweets
you did not see?