rusted memories
rusted remnants from yesterday lay scattered
amidst weeds and broken memories
from days when crops were plentiful
and laughter filled his heart and home

she knew his every move and reminded him
that tuesday was a day of worship
and november a time for dark chocolate
and roses

now november was only another month
and tuesday only made him sad
rusted steel and yellowed weeds
had become his life

though he listed ‘farmer’ on his tax returns
no one really knew that his crop was dying
and he harvested it well
planted with seeds of loneliness