
don’t mind me
I’m just along
for the ride

don’t mind me
I’m just along
for the ride

long after we’re gone
the “fruit” of this crepe myrtle
remains as litter

cold rain pausing at the fence a rabbit

late summer deluge
the grasses turn green again
but not on fresh graves
the nature of love and death
known but not well accepted
the rain sings softly
then the brooks and rivers –
roaring in refrain