Cast aside hastily

          it snakes through dirty blonde grass
useless now.
          The black

       graying
        the green
                    zombified.

           It makes shapes that remind me

           of ice skating.

                     some hidden magic
          in the slice of ice.

I could turn the spigot

                      only a few feet away
and bring to it a life of purpose,

                   but then            

all meaning it has would be sacrificed
                  to those that already spend their lives in the sun.