Elucidating Questions

An upside down discarded shoe near a sign fallen over and the sign of the stone bent in on itself.

A particular tree with the flowers around, a child’s bib.

The green stone stands next but there is no exit there, this tree is nettled and blue.

Purple and velvet, a beautiful garden,

An old grey dog stands watching in silence.

The road comes to an end underneath the willow tree,

But we don’t know what wants to be heard.

The words that come out, what if they aren’t how you want them to be?

A rambling list of things that jump out, before textuality before it connects to anything.

Without words being written, when they are spoken they still echo.

But I still don’t know why it’s like this, or if it ever would have gotten better if we had met.

I wanted it to stop by the meeting.

Who knows.