Sunday 8 July 2018


A dog sat there observing
as they stood haphazardly,
silently preserving
a fleeting memory.
Passing, passed, returning,
a breeze among the leaves,
a dusty haze concerning
whatever one believes.
A one-time concrete presence
dispersed as chalky air,
no clear remaining evidence
of who had once been there.
Atoms to atoms, quark to quark,
water brings life and fish will walk.

( nilsburgh)