Shrubs DREAM

Let me collect empty into the heart
like the dust that settles on the sidewalk
but be assured
I would not powder on your face
instead be framed in silence
leave!
until there is a flower bush
on the wind
broke on it
until he could think
My miss rate
you would not understand
and you’re gone
because there is no garden behind my chest
that there is just a pile of dust
waiting clump.