The Silence After
in the silence after i clutch the ashes to my chest carry them with me everywhere
the date burned into my brain hard to remember my former life it is as if
it has been drawn with a pencil erased drawn again
upon examination the work is a mess yet it is my life
all lines lead to you i submit for your examination the great divide
between what was before/ wwb and what is now/win life goes on
even if we are no longer living just alive until we can live again
the summer night hot the katydids sound their alarm
spreading the news some even seem to scream the land scorched
the drought drags on hottest summer on record long gone are the butterflies
flowers in the garden gourds are drying in the fields the girls draw lines on the sidewalk
play hop-scotch end of summer each little piece
placed into a capsule perhaps one day it will be opened
all will be revealed remembered make sense
until then you will remain in a secret place we share old memories
could we have picked a better story shoplifted from another lived another life
probably not this story was written long ago even before we were born
we just play our parts learn our lines appear on stage when called
September 25, 2016
s Wjor; #26
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