What did she say to you?
While you swing your lips moved.
She looked towards the sky.
The stitch illuminated the darkness beneath the clouds.
The shovels glistened with dreams of children.
The handles yet inscribed.
The face of the hammer polished perfect reflecting desire lost.
The storm in the distant calls out.
Her hair blows with the winds of sadness.
Why did you come here?
Why do you scream at nothingness?
Your eyes like the polished hammer,
Ready to shatter the silence of sorrow.
