nothing for you

my dear
I wish I could leave you something
more valuable
than the little old house at the corner

it used to have the most
gorgeous view
overlooking rice fields
and a white water creek
home to fish and butterflies

before all that wondrous space
gave way to a new
shopping strip

I wish I could tell you why
fresh air disappeared
from our little back yard
since they chopped off
all coconut trees
to make way for a multi-story parking building
down the block

and I wish I could do more
than just sit here crying
while writing this will

for there’s really nothing
left for you


written for napowrimo day twenty-two, my take on “a georgic”, in honor of earth day.

© annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved


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