why do we keep remembering
the lost tides
that have dissipated on the shore,
left untidied
will the marks on sand
ever stop the waves from erasing them?
will you dance today?
wrinkles, folds, unwind
drained dew and ….
just before the sun rose, all the dew had drained
from leaves that are scattered now
but i am not a harbinger of withered spring
your memories will propel me to do
what i always persisted with
are you listening, S