blue petals the color of loving eyes

holes half-full of red gumbo clay

scattered notes from a cello sonata

throaty croaks from long-vanished bull frogs

muddy drops from the mountain creek

cracked remnants of forgotten dreams

hollow vase for hollow wishes

a clock that noisily warns of the end

one plank only and it’s getting full

tip all to the bin and walk away

room for someone else now