Everywhere at once, aimless

though the day lilies

no longer make a sound

are used to how the sun

can still be found in moonlight

that has no rain left to comfort

with warm stones and the mist

that is now your heart

is circling night over night

as some giant red cloud

listening for the scent

from when a flower held your hand

too long and the calm

that has its fragrance: your echo

faint from waving goodbye