A stump, dead roots thrust into seed
is all that remains of one glorious,
shaded monument – now a chair,
to park such simple thoughts upon.

Under the leaves, I had breathed in
and exhaled toxins, breathed out
a goodbye to a strong person,
I imagined would be so infinite.

We carelessly left butts, littering
the crime scene with evidence,
lighting our trash village alight
and burning away our potential.