July 10th

Everyone has gone

They have left the green grassy hill

Seen the rain come down and wash away the dirt

Umbrellas retracted

Sunshine opening up behind the dark clouds

All have dispersed into their own daily events

De-constructed paintings lie on the fresh mound

No words spoken or exchanged previously

Only broken down tears

Everyone has gone

No one is coming back

Don’t dig me up, I’m gone forever

© 2002 David Greg Harth @ NYC

02.07.10.10:10:10@NYC