I love this picture. I found it on the website of Chip Monck.

A dirty brown sea above

the same below

Earth's connection

felt and then forgotten

Mr. Magic

coated in his adventure

once white slacks

held with a tight single knot

jagged and uneven

his stagger and sway

Lady Love

hands held high

flowers faded in the sun

her finger brushed hair

tied low with string

loose and straying

Repeated

down the dusty hill

to a single square

of voice and sound

the wood and nails

of what is loved then lost