Viburnum

You don't love me, but I love your guts

Stick in my memory, like my grandmother's black walnuts

'Cause you're earnest like a paper birch, TY

Plant a chesapeake viburnum when I die

You were Hamlet, and I played the Ophelia

Exchanging patterned glances underneath of the camelia

'Cause I'm earnest like a paper birch in sun

I will plant you underneath it when you're gone

I hope my body goes to science and that the pundits are wrong, I hope that keiko keeps Her head on her blue shoulders and tree woman that your life is long, and that you find Someone. 'Cause