the once abundant
all

now laid down
to grass

sound of rivers
with an old
throat

house
a husk
of aged
rust


broken gate
silent
of its
tongue

death of footsteps
on the garden
path

once before
in the hugged
light

dogs
barking
in the shut-eye
night


distance
of a road
traveling

loneliness
of winter
snow

the all has gone
like a summer's
leaf

covers me
now
waking

as I sleep