O I’ll let
These mornings at the shadows rim
Come and go come and go
As they waver through a wetted glow
A bulbous sun planted low
Growing tall and wide, in a vegetable light
Unto my empire below
Unseen to most

These lost roads of summer is where the year is euthanized
I walk along them to the dirt
I come and go I come and go
While my eyes champion the face of reality
And I feel them tiring
I feel them waning
For their duty seems too taxing
Seems too artificial in this light
Here where the dearth of faces moves in shades
And where eyes seem heavy
As engagements

In the arid garden is where I tend until the days fall shorter
Until they come and go come and go
Surrendering with the force of sleepy smoke
In this arid garden is where I flee to…