THE HUSK

The husk sits
rusting
In its body of water
without purpose
without use
without anyone seeking a ride.

The husk is alone
lonely,, the only moans escaping it
are from winds waving through
it’s empty carcass.

The husk,
already dead,
waits for its components
to melt away
feeding the sea.

The husk seems sad
sits alone,
rests in rust
and is beyond help
but maybe
could use a little respect.