soliloquy

soliloquy 

here's to 

my saturday evening 

vigil

beneath the clouds--

a walk to nowhere

with these

little boats left untethered.

together 

on this bluebird day,

we laugh, we mourn

the death of summer--

it snuck up on me,

that change, 

creeping ivy on my shoulder. 

lined up like soldiers, 

those last dandelions 

by the asphalt--

heads drooping, 

laden with hopes. 

don't think i've found 

what i was searching for--

and yet you're here

and i am because you are;

i think i'll leave 

them alone, 

those flowers, 

to rest 

and wish in silence.