There was a pond once
in my yard
outline still lies in
dusty earth but
faded
Unsteady waves were dragged
away on silver shoots
that bleach the brick
and purify the fragrant sores
Chord cut and float away
or did it slip from a younger grasp?
I can’t recall.
Droplets still hold strong on my
tired hands
And drive away the calloused skin, the
crack crack crack
But they will leave me
in time to come
and etch the final notes
a sad symphony in the sky
What is lost after loss?
Will I ever know again?
Dull drops in caverns echo
and steady winds push dust on stone , the
crack crack crack.