The things I used to hold are all gone now, the
place where the place-mats were kept is empty.
There's only a sluice pipe for the waterway, and
it's really just filled with grime. Down the street,
they're digging holes again - and I expect by
Spring the construction they've planned will
really be working. New noise, and another
break in time. The field, once left alone
and fallow - ages and acres of chemical
mess, is now cut and opened again. All
the old gaping Earth see air
and sky anew.