Rusty

A corrugated pipe that stopped carrying water 20 years ago after the hillside was clear-cut, north side green with algae, south side red as the center of Australia & the only rust holes on top where the rain has sought admittance:

I have been of little use these past few decades but I’m as full of holes as a flute only the rarest wind can play & in the right light can almost be said to glow. I will surrender to dissolution but not right away. I will give myself over to the patient ministrations of the rain.