overhead a crow cries
as he sits in the garden, softly
each breath like an ocean
surging gently
in, out,
thoughts rattle in his brain
cracking, like the guns from a nearby time
he watches them whistle by
they were someone he knew
long ago, and drifted apart;
flowers burst from the hedges
he see’s them,
a mockingbird gently sings
he hears it,
his heart quietly beats
Just Thinking 