on that culvert

at the corner of the street

i will sit on that culvert
until you, or your mother, return
on that path, earlier, together we roamed

if my death were to overtake my wait

i pray to passers-by to please leave me
alone, me mummified, now a pillar of salt
to warn other lovers like me so naïve to storms

weather in higher mountains is beautiful

but could be dangerous to way-farers
awe-stuck, but could be stuck in the avalanche
of love from a tiny heart with large potential