Goodbye little house under the stars
and flashing planes
I spent the dawn through
out here, listening for the chorus.
I made a garden here,
now arching over the path in pinnate peering melliferous luxuriance.
What happened to those loves
who passed through me here?
Where the windowless shed shelters under iris and corn cockle,
in a dumbfounded gap toothed stare
back toward the dark empty lifeless
But emptiness erupts
Like shedding a weight and rising to the top
A life flashing through me as I rise
And memories pour out
like a burst paddling pool
greening the parched grass.