What August forgot
the air carries in its chill
14 shades less dire
a choice to believe
that which is least understood.
where and how abouts
were lost to the sound
of that call
..a shrill melancholy
the breeze graced
the surface
of the night stream
the rock beneath waited
for an anonymous soul
to reach, again
towards the depths
of that which
remains forgotten.
What August Forgot
