A disused spigot stands stoic and caged
the water a stale prisoner within
from nearby there rises a loud voice of rage
and with it a squeal swells from distant swine
the rushing river seen through the long grass
shimmers sweetly in the sun
whispered love in a lost tongue.

A rusted gray truck crashes through the field
a pair of prancing pigs are in pursuit
tall grass beneath old tires easily yields
and the chase continues towards the river
the hefty hogs hobbling – hushed by reeds
whispered love in a lost tongue.

Sprinting streams swallow all in their motion
the gray truck careens beneath the current
and the pigs are pulled with the undertow.
Looking over the bank – tired and sunburnt
a herd on the riverbed catches light
shimmers sweetly in the sun

Anguish permeates the hot summer air
the grassy plumes are caught in the turmoil
hiding some hurried glimpse of you in there
drifting between focuses – listlessly
dancing with refracted light and soft winds
whispered love in a lost tongue
shimmers sweetly in the sun.