Near a field of yesterday's fallen stones
there's a plaque IN MEMORY OF JOHN
AND GINGER bolted to a boulder.

The slats of a bench nearby
bubble with last night's rain. 

The gods appear and disappear only
their myths remain, before vanishing
into calendrical notations, making use
of the regularity of the menstrual cycle,
equations that in this universe
can
not be solved.

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delete: small plane flying in circles
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