Buddha rocks project ~ take two, number 2

In the ravine
water
rushes by

some bare trees
a green basketball
an old, decomposing
dog house
and a shoe

what's it all mean
I ask myself

the trees are bare
cause it's winter

I remember that basketball
getting away from my daughter
so angry and still
she shoots perfect
free throws

I just put down
my dog so
who cares if that dog house
housed a loving friend
well... I do

it's all discarded
few but the garbage man
or some do-gooder
college kids
will ever see

but the richest
of memories
no matter the pain
is the richness of
memories

So I
clean up the stuff
and consider
the shoe

who knows who's
memory
it's rushing through
now