green the sky reflected you
as turning there you walked away
dripping minutes cast a shadow
captures the heaviness of day
bright the heat, the desert floor
alone gave off your ghostly haze
pained embrace kept joy frozen
pacing memories prolonged the gaze
what lines the corners of such though
slowly as I lay me down tonight
passed the journey, the walking stick
carried tomorrow the waning light.
– previously published 2010 in These Days