bronze model of my truth
worn golden from so many touching attempts at holding
never cupped in heavy hands
just brushed

a stone in river sinking

fills me warm in sunrise spectrum to know it go
standing publicly cemented
to the city center

always

forests encroach in slow motion
take me as I leave
up from the roots
that statue overgrown
none too soon
to be the base
of vining blooms
and shining worn back to brass
discovery