The Last Drops – Peycho Kanev

Figment No. 6 flail by Russell Stephens

On both sides of the path to the graveyard

the trees are strangely still.

Each tree keeps its own secrets

within the shadows.

And even there

the tombstones hang with terrible force.

Below

the bodies

wait for the first rain of the Spring.

just to breathe again,

just for a little while.