honesty sinking in a swirl down the drain

hope clouded a fallen pebble kicking up mud

in the pond my reflection sits thinking

silence reprieved the same pebble breaking

the surface of too-young memories

how many years have i slept this way?

my mood reminds me of sprinklers

mechanically set by automatic timers

these things don’t come on very often

i hear them going off, so much wasted




the edges of the grass

spilling onto pavement

despite my best efforts.


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