Apache Tears
Rock in the dirt
‘mid cigarettes and weeds,
recalls Apache Tears of childhood
and forgotten dreams.
Soft stones at ten
blackness yet to feel
but life’s full range of motion
tires spun in mud it seems.
You can’t reclaim the promise,
only feel its strength within;
the drive to seek a fortune
too hard to start again.
But close your eyes and wander
to time and place long gone,
the sweetest taste of memory
is the bridge to walk upon.