He stood near the water and
in the glass saw another man
In his hood was another man.
Knife. Axe. Cut. Leaning into the.
Drop by the side. Loosestrife in my hair.
The narrow leaves of Bittercress
adorn the parallel oxbow wall.
But now I see it too late.
And time will make "once saw".
And time is something I won't have anymore.
A diamond. A ruby. A sapphire. The lining of his pockets wore.
