May poem

Green Man

the wishes I make are small
& if I gather hawthorn,
build a fire with nine sticks
from nine different trees
gathered by nine men
perhaps I am the May Queen

but when you finally
make it to my bed
I may be on my way
out of California
leaving like Godiva

an answer to a riddle

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