Everything I Saw

I grew pale white lilacs and wild columbine and all of it was mine

In old recycling bins I grew watermelon vine and all of it was mine

And everything I saw seemed to get so small like from a speeding car, old familiar barns

I made hard wheat bread, and rhubarb berry fool, and I gave it all to you

I crumpled all my clothes and to the floor I threw them and turned right back to you