by Aj Abad
the words flow out of me like a river
the river fills the basin that i walk alone
i write until words run dry
because despite the fact
one day that water will dry up
beneath the hardened earth
my bones will still lay.
you will find me
and analyze these weary bones
and discover that i once lived
i hope you’ll wonder
who else wandered this path
i hope you’ll wander to the end
and find the pond that still awaits.