Some broad-leafed bush interrupts
the path, uncut grass grown high 

and gone to seed. Bindweed 
and briars– everything is reaching.

The bridge up again, we wait. 
Half-packed, this apartment 

begins to resemble how
it looked when we moved in.  

They dug a channel to
connect the two lakes,

but is there any mark
that cannot be erased?

Which reminds me that
I’ll have to patch and paint.