did you stand waiting,
refusing to acknowledge the
relying instead on the deceit of rain-fragranced
air? I can see
you, looking out in wait,
hear the summer bird's
The clouds above, restful now,
strange and promising shapes, returned to
purity, their forgiveness aid to
your determination and
grass waving glibly on,
hope remained for tending.
left with everything but the master key-
left it hidden, surrendered to soil as was my act,
think you'd find it.
tears joined that last downpour,
that only here could you remain.
like an old forgotten photograph, you bring to
memories of a better time but stuck in still shot,
passed you by.
Write at the Merge