and there was a singing coming from the doorway around to
outside under a stone arch where ivy grew
down from cracks formed filled by roots and then a cacophony
of frogs and birds competing for volume and
WOULDN’T
STOP SINGING
and we tried and we tried and we tried and we cried
and the stone cold
stone
squares
stone
tile floor was
also gray and
the birds and the frogs in a hidden creek
ditch
pipe outlet and
IT
STILL
WOULDN’T
STOP
around the corner behind the broken cracked stone carved
arch
same color as stone carved angels and
the sky was gray and
stormcolored and
cloudcolored and
dramatic and
trumpetsringinglastbattlecloudcolored and
sad and
the ivy was green in the gray world and the frogs and birds
still competed in cacophony while the gray drew to black and the crickets
joined in and
IT
STILL WOULDN’T
STOP
singing