March 23, 2022

you would have thought it would have blown away

down the road with everything else

the compost bin, the garbage bag, the recycling boxes

but it didn't, it didn't, it stayed behind

it all stayed behind, like it was important or something

wind apparently can't reach inside the soul

blow the detritus out to kingdom come

fly old memories away like an untethered kite

it just freshens them up a bit, rearranges them

lets you know you have lived, are alive still

no matter how the wind blows

these things, like the clouds, stay

you'd think they would have flown away, but no

these things, like the trees, remain

bring with them new scents of freshness