loose threads

Three down
Four across

It took you four tries on 14
I said it would take me one but guess how many it took?

The sky is blue, grass is green
The tomatoes can be purple like a bruise 

Outside a small town in the middle of Oklahoma
There is part of my Self buried in the red dirt

It depends on what the definition of ‘is’ is
None of these words make sense

This is me ignoring the way you say the word ‘home’ 
Like you built it with your hands to protect a tiny bird

-rjm