Yes, there’s justice in being gone
so far from a pocket
lost is a perfect place to ponder
year after year
not exactly useful
but not empty either
though my value to you may be gone
my means to see now limited
Still, resting here
looking at a curious frog a rock
and knowing how to hide
deep in the high grass yellow framed
within the presence of green and sky
Do you look for me, still?
