Behind the green maze of instruction
a giant quiet thriving pushes through
Insistence, three syllables seek survival
How long? Who knows? Who is noticing now?
Abundance is scarce
Abundance, obscurity’s dance partner
Drum light for morning rainfall
Disturbance may stall unfolding desire
Red red hums the melody of promises
Red red, a soloist collapses—-
still needing someone🪶
Winter earth
Hints of Spring
Ice sings a ripple song
Red rose lay still
in the rain
spring gardens ready
new life soon
starts again
Rose red left
lonely on wet stone
in the rain
Her house for sale now
real estate sign face down on the lawn
implies more than declares
No one, I think, has checked for days
She has gone from there
I don’t know when
We mind our own business here
in quiet neighbourhoods
No matter we exchanged no words
I honour her now—-trespass sometimes required—-
I honour her now
stand before her house absent of her there behind the drape
I step across her early morning lawn
photograph this birdbath in spring sunlight
imagining she loved it once
enough to place it precisely there
equidistant from window and sidewalk
the private the public
and we smile our smiles
Talk is not needed here
the water has all gone to vapour.