Departures

[Miley]

Today
    my skin
    accepts
    the pollen
      alone amongst
       smells of returning
         home  stickily humid
         spunk of grass           
         greedy and green and damp and furled
         everything
     I've been given

 On the other side
of the planet
those frail leaf-lace things
everything
    I've given you
the transformed browns and violets
so out of place
in airport terminals
with ceilings like palaces
somehow emptier
than sky