Drawing Exercise: Dissolve
To be truly sad, you have to know the right people.
But since the whole world was marching,
I kept on marching.
The leper was kneeling by the pond, turning
to crumbs for ducks and pigeons.
Instead of roadwise, I took
to rounding water.
If I could have sealed out that erosion,
I’d have sealed it with a footprint.
If I could have filtered salt from avalanche,
god knows I’d have filtered.
Without rippling, I was going lightly round.
By the second day, I could not spot him.
His clothes were lying on the ground.
The pond turned blue.
The road was brown.
(the prompt asked to choose an element as a springboard for a poem. Make mine water.)