a lone tree
stands at the crossroads
vacant eyes peer out
dimly
from dusty crevices
momentarily
the view blurs
the vision
scant
ages rooted to a spot
eons of dust
engulfs
eclipses
the scorching midday sun
the vigil continues
roads mingle
vagrant birds bear witness
rain song incessant
shrouds the mind
a lonely storm
travels the distance
hazy
