Gift

I gave a gift of one dandilion to a short Spanish woman
She gave me a story with her eyes, and said "grassy-ass"
I replied "den-allah"

I believed in her when I touched her face
Rain fell
Clouds moved over our town quickly
She believed in me when she touched my face
Rain poured
Clouds turned purple and black

There is no beauty in this world
Except for the shimmering of a rusty spoon
That sits in the gutters below our feet
She points to it, the spoon
I bend to pick it up slowly

My reflection is beautiful
Only because I am seeing myself in the rain
Through the purple and black clouds
From the rust in the spoon from the gutter

She gave me this gift
And told to me "grassy-ass"
I told to her "den-allah"