Dry Markers

What do I do with the way

My sadness shows

Showing up unannounced

From who knows

Where

Can I flee from this

Weight that works

Working with at least two poles

Dried out markers

Mark seasons spinning

Signaling through

Through and through (1)

Another

Flickering moment

Pours

Another

Cicadas

Sound

An

Alarm

Time crawls

Taking flight

Around

A round

God

My God,

Help me out

In my well-worn attempt

To hold

On

While letting

Go