Letting Go
by the third
day
the dirt
was dust
the clouds
held back
the rain
all the roses
bled out
back to seed
the leaves fell
before fall
sticks stuck
in the desert
it was all a mirage
the well was dry
only fools search
the depths
for gold
believing emerald cities
actually exist
in some forsaken
corner
of the world
where the sea
meets the moon
mirrored in waves
and the stars float up
from the sky
leaving a stone
in its wake
TL