The wind takes its time
crossing the empty parking lot
Green mountains bolster the sky
Every time you come to me
I cannot help but cry
The new flagstones are locked in place
a skin over the sleeping fire
Summer is no more
Sorrow takes up permanent
residence in my very core
The rain doesn’t mind falling down
now, and every other day
Bright stars retire early
In my dreams I meet you
broken, bent and thirsty.
The weeds grow where they can
without ever being choosy
Cell phones eat up airspace
Legends grow more and more dim
evaporating without a trace
The river swells with the floodwaters
running to get no place
Coins fill all our pockets
All the mysteries I know
are bent out of their sockets
Insect tribes don’t question
what drives them to succeed
Everyday I learn and never teach
The answer is around every corner
and always out of reach
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