The red glow of cigarettes Marked the sunrise
the sun pulled up last night’s rain Into a mist
we tried to mimic the weeds
the way they swayed to the breeze yet held strong
Rooted to place.

Then came the arrival of goodbyes
among the songbirds
singing greetings.
we had whiled away the hours
till we had no skin in this play
bored and hollowed from each other

We could never be like the weeds
we chased the sun too much Instead of sitting in place.