chasing swollen shadows,
memories eroded by the freezing fog,
into a book, a furnace,
a piece of music, time.
recollection slipping through her fingers;
a light goes out.
the chink of glass
placed upon the cupboard side
and silence.
1 comment:
Great visual / textual combination. I wonder if this poem regards our Rodanthe experience? I like it. It's a shadowy poem about a shadowy memory.
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