Looking in the grove
there are graves
beneath willows
So calmly overgrown,
with the grass and the loam.
Where does a memory go?
When the listeners have all but gone
Like bunnies in the woods
When it’s getting too dark
They hop down into their dens
To their families,
Underneath
Where the ground becomes a home
With a tombstone roof up above
Where does a memory go?
When no one remembers
What happens to a love
when there are no more lovers?
They hop down into the grove
To the dens, beneath willows
So calmly overgrown
With the grass and the loam.