Bubbles and Ducks

The sun was cold
(a fresh wind thief stole all but light)
as she reached the freezing pond.
Waiting,
watching bubbles and frogs,
ducks and other birds – mindless
to the observations of a pretty girl.

No one here;
nobody to hear the still waters part and
feebly argue this alien entrant any room.
Nobody to see
a sad pile of clothes – abandoned, desolate,
left ashore – weeping for a body to wrap?
This body is wrapped in a garment complete.

And there is nobody,
by the pond.
Just bubbles and frogs,
ducks and other birds – mindless
to the vacant clothes and lost breath.