and flew away. not effortlessly.
in fact, not at all.
tremendous absent forms by rote
quote to have loved and lost
but not really.
the threads dwindle or thought spins into nothing.
when you want a place to stand
to find a lost piece of paper
some berries by the side of the road
as description falters, and finally thins
into nothing, so you wonder, impertinent
dissipating into tatters, smells, a notion
adequacy defied by the melody
you can hear it half a block away