Tuesday, November 05, 2019

mooring

gone are they

the holders of her past;
to ash one or two
to dust the other

one still walks about
never to reach
and the final?

new recollections
immersed is he in making

while she wanders
loose in the world


"Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly..." ~ Dancing Barefoot, Patti Smith