Troves

Troves

When I said good-bye to you
I said good-bye to seasons,
latitudes and Seminoles.

Humid hearts, orange black
salamanders long forgotten.
Our undiscovered creek, its clay

embedded, waiting for innocents
to dig it out, to make our little
dishes driveway kitchen,

Our secret home festooned,
one day forever a trove of
saucers and cups.