A query

It stems from a soft, untouched petal

A flake of tulip drifted from its home

Now sits on asphalt bleeding blue on a man made tomb

The road placed to close to the natural garden

Weeds cleared through selection

Little veins lost waiting to be nestled

I'm here

Sipping on pink sugar water

Drowning out the shrieks of children

Made up or real, it's difficult to tell

Dirty faces sealed

Empty snacks strewn through the yard

It's the ashes that get to us

The embers that seem to never fade

The smoke that follows us around

Until we go back out

Until we go back in

The moments of silence have to be made

A concept bearing fruit

Lost when discovered

When the rest see through the bedding

That got pulled off by a dog resting on the floor

Revenge

A short few days drugged out by the sun

Drowned out at the end by looming threats of rain

The warnings started near departure.

A baseball game rained out after leaving work.

A nap that lasted too long.

Driving through darkness on a route I've been before.

Clouds would come and go like the neighborhood children.

The sun would imprint it's reign through all objects

Leaving cooked rare skin on shoulders and cheek bones

Fog would arrive in the morning

Maybe some mist between takes

But the rain system slowed its crawl

And drew out it's welcome.

Until it came after dinner, a long break from the action

Leaving me with a small window to look from

Hardly see the lake through the droplets

Holding hard on the porches window.