NEXT TIME

I suppose we could talk about it,
What is happening.
An empire’s decline,
Can be a puzzling thing,
Leaving us out of breath and still searching.
Water runs,
Plates come clean,
Setting them out to dry for tomorrow.
You dig in the dirt,
And plant,
Water,
Sun,
Hope.
Starting over,
Would be nice.
You could,
Begin with love,
And build everything else,
From there.