Stands with the light of morning.
Near the newsstand,
facing away and down.
Still and heavy.

Comfortable on a living room couch.
Quiet in the darkness,
along the muddy windows.
Waiting for the rain.

Deeper thoughts should prevail.
Reasoning and sentences imply
a trail out of the leaves.
Wet and dark like leather.

Can it be gone?
Never another day under the branches,
steamy sun rotting the shards.
Help will not be arriving.

Louisiana March 2006

© Mark Hebard