These Things Were Lost

A "found" poem

Water and earth,
the good sky over it.
These things were lost,
and Ma smiled sadly.
Secret gardening in the evenings,
water carried in a rusty can:
leave the weeds around the edge;
leave some big weeds.
Cars rolling over the highways,
rattlesnakes,
the feral hunger,
the gnawing, tearing hunger.
And Ma smiled sadly.