Poem (Your Next Favorite Doll, Or Something)

I tried to straighten out the hair
Which curled every time I looked away

How I fuss'd and coo'd over every tear

That sewed itself shut in day
You poem were my flower-eyed doll!

The rock living to be thrown
To sink where the darkest fish crawl
Until then appears a stepping stone!
The farthest buoy in the ocean

Sailing beyond the pale port of orbit

Bobbing along waves of notions

And with the birds diving toward it

You poem I freely gave away
To mostly ones who so loved sleep
That they lost their urge and will to play
With the doll no one asked to keep
The fullest cup of the softest drug
The emptiest nest in the morn
The loudest chirp from the greenest bug
Though the stained leaves are forlorn
The palest color that heralds the sun
And a waterfall with no back door
You may be lost the minute you are begun
But oh poem I could not let you go