A barely red fleshy scuff
On my shoulder,
I wasn’t looking at the white block building
Running down to where the geese could be found
I was scared when they laid eggs,
but curious of their staying place
They could no longer be found
Not even squawking sounds
I kept running
Stopping by the orchard
Apples and pears, nothing standing around
Gone all gone
Trees didn’t lay ground
I kept running
Running along the river
Saccade sang
songs, building a bridge called summer
The air, heavy with alfalfa
Cotton wood was dancing,
having no need for bees
Can you cast water?
Nothing grows there anymore
Only a story of before
Running back
A dissolving farmyard
Trucks for trees
The dog bow was long ago
Gone to the sow
Where did they all go?