Fertile Promises

Pledged with pennies tossed in a wishing well, the disappearance of echoes fade like residual murmers left on my earlobes sweet decay like melted candy on my tongue, indifference fades in the rear-view mirror of days wasted looking forward The seasons turn with the wind. And loose change I'm left with accumulates in the Cadbury canister on the kitchen counter; shiny coins to keep for another rainy day. Scarcity does not defy the harvest of smiles and tarnished promises linger in a faraway corner- as it is none too common to think of him, yes, to think of him as passing golden rays of fertile summers. -karma