The dust blends with
the humid specks.
Smoke twirls. Hangs for a
while, and then departs.

Something was burning far away.
Inside me also. To ashes.
I release the crematory.
It was over.

I will scatter the years,
spent with you. On a sand bar.
Where we stood when tide was
low. Now it is overwhelmed,

the bank. The seagulls don't
leave ther engraved, gender signs.