Sunday Poem

I hear a song as I step in
I look but no one is singing
Crows cool themselves under roof of the fountain
Dogs compete to show their breeding
Comfort lodges in the profiles of the people
.
Why is someone here who isn’t?
I wonder if I’m just mistaken
I wonder if this slight misfortune
Might take form and show itself
.
The song seems to sing
Of some happening in the distant past
That became part of people, made them weep
Then was forgotten completely
.
The song comes from the water’s edge
I hear it not in my ears
But in my backbone