the far wall

I see the smiles
dropped
and left upon the lawn,
side stepping them
as I move
towards the far gate
where the wall
needs fixing.
I see the rise of
clouds,
banks of memory, promises
made
and unkept.
the trees are caves
of words
unsaid.
silent as if holding their
breath.
I reach the wall and lift
an old stone
into place.
I tamp it down with
cold hands.
it will hold through
winter,
then i'll be gone.