.
Find me here.
Amidst the dry, tall grass,
under the bare-branched tree.
I’ll scribe afresh on its familiar bark -
Upon the other etches
I’ve made before,
as I wait for the coming of
the umpteenth sun,
that promised to follow
the wake of nonchalant moons.
Under the leafless tree.
Amidst the dead grass.
I am here.
.