sinking
onto creaky knees
she dams the brook
with shining pebbles . . .
time wells up and overflows
a west wind
circles the empty house
scattering
petals on the grass
she lets go her names
she comes
to the end of her path
through the wood…
no trace of her footsteps
on moss deeper than memory
~cattails 3: Sept. 2014
very reflective, this journey through time. a thought-provoking, kind of eery ending - no evidence of her existence.
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