Mewithoutyou

In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
Little moses drifts downstream in the Nile
A fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft
Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between
Sweeter than any wine and bitter as mustard greens
Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
Go plow some other field, try and forget my name
See what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same
I planted rows of peas, by the first week of July
They should have come up to my knees
But they were maybe ankle high
Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns