The hills;
               were really just sleeping Giants
under Mossy blankets and
                                           the Sun shown
      down on their rising Bellies.
                      Blades of grass breathing in the passing
lives and lifetimes.
If it could talk it might be laughing.
                                                      The walls, the couch, the drapes, the rug.
                                     The portraits, the photos,the bed, the dog.
                 The candles burn the time away
First to fade; the memory, our memory
                                                            unnecessary details
                       the most important
                                                  Choose.
                        The same Flowers will bloom and their petals will-
Slowly, slowly fall into
                                                                   into You.
                                Rats will eat Trash
                             Dog will wag Their Tales