Ice Age, Death Valley
I miss the blue in the sea
I miss the garden home to me
I miss it, I miss it.
I miss it when the abyss was clear
I miss it when your voice was near
I miss it, I miss it.
You cannot explain
How suddenly your sweet potatoes
Froze into a glacier.
I came to smell the delusion
Of independent farming.
You moved on
To growing iceberg lettuce
No one ever noticed me melting.
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
The peaks of my artichoke hearts
The stubs of my broccoli tree.
Do you see it?
The go to my man
The flower to my cauli
They were flooded below my sunlight.
This false heat is overwhelming.
I cannot tip the watering can any longer.
I cannot see them.
I miss the sheen on the leaves
I miss the igloos scarce to thee
I miss it, I miss it.
I miss it when the sugar was sweet
I miss it when your heart could beat
I miss it, I miss it.