Locked out of the garden,
we cannot jump the fence 
because you or i will not make it
and i cannot leave you.
so this ruckus worthy of some 
end of the world destruction - 

There is a moment on the border
of time lived and a dream of yet to come
where all flowers have fallen,
where water rushes on, rushes in. 
I have carried the weight of stone, 
I have buried sorrow, muted sadness. 
Oh I have wondered about the return 
of seasons from year to year,
I have counted out my riches in wanted tears.
Please forgive my confession,
full of misdirection.
Hear the intent within it,
to lie beside you, to count the fallen petals. 

Phone rings. Reverse tone beeps. Machinery revs rumbles clinks cranks and knocks. Voices trail in. Water rushes through pipes, 
water falls from above. Horn beeps, a bus stresses first gear. Hammering, jack hammering. Forced air whirrrs. Someone whistles. 
Dog barks. Cabinet doors creak open. Single gunshot. Nose whistles while a shopping cart rattles along the concrete walk. 

Car alarms set against dusty flip flops.