on the dock
when only birds
and I roused

over delicate waves
watched several wispy
white puffs from
the lake’s length
lilt our way

assumed trash yet
awaited the exhibits

salvage our marriage
during the meanwhile?

exquisite catalpa tree
blossoms masquerading as
orchids wafted in

it must be
too late when
I still expect
waste from the
exalted