and you won’t have this:
 spinning autumnal joy swing
 her trapped in between
 

and you’ll never know
 what it’s like to live for them
 (to live inside joy)
 

and you just can’t see
 how losing this would mean all:
 girls, home, husband… life

’cause it’s not a park
 with green lawns, blue skies, red leaves:
 it’s my livelihood
 

you’re a pic undone
 where the sidewalk ends, my friend:
 (leaves fall. i blossom.)