suspicious shadow
laden with rain
that tree must fall down
scattering dusty memories
and newpapers weathered and old
fencing ashes within urns
in exchange for colorless hairs
hijacking the claims of the colored

it's a handprint in concrete
the only way I have ever known
my grandfathers' wilting skies
lead pencil graphite on idle
on the ground
a portrait in charcoal
and the ashes of campfires
lost in the rain and the wind and the