Melody      

        a soundless drawl gently laps
          the cold grey monuments of a water's edge,
            already etched by harsher tides ...
      an unremembered hope still embracing
          a lichen too delicate to disturb,
            the whisper of a single leaf--
              holding its own before a cleansing storm.
       washing away grimy fake hellos
           in a soft torrent of rebel lullabies--
     settling into evening under crickets and peach trees,
               invitation to a silent embrace ...