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.