Marigold

Back when the leaves covered all the stone floor I did not think we were going to grow old But if your mind is lost thinking of flocks Overtly wondrous scares might follow Past my expiry date I wonder where I'll get Crossing over the edge Solids are rather vague Maybe I'll just follow the marigolds home And I will lie with the leaves of the floor Until we think of another outcome I will lie resting all covered in stone