Sad Song Poem by Diana van den Berg

I brought you home a traffic light.
You didn't notice it
until it hissed and barked and meowed
and grew into a toffee tree.

You climbed aboard a shiny leaf
and sang Oh Strawberry Jam,
how did you know that I am me
and that I really am?

You flapped your rings
and flew aday
and landed on November
who paints houses, garden walls and sings.
Do you honestly september?

The world grew big and round,
the corner came a little hat.
The moon up in the cry no more
fell leftwards in to bat.

And now you've heard the store
your money in the sank.
And why the silver arm, leg, foot
got stuck in thick, thick blue.

I really think I've lost mitts
of my shrunk tin rind,
p'raps left it in the rain to dry
with grated orange mind.