Saturday, April 27, 2013


A road driven down
Nudging ajar a door
To the dust and debris of another life
A younger life

Houses transformed
New owners unhearing
The whispered histories
I knew and understood

Memories stacked in
Time warped trunks
Carefully folded, packed away
In mausoleum stillness

Through half closed door
Gust time’s entangled
Imprints of recollections
Insubstantial shadows of yesterday

Withered petals of dreams
Crumpled, crushed possibilities
The faint acidic scent
Of ancient hidden fears

Hope’s dust gathered
In tender care
Washed in silent recollection
The dust and debris of that other life.

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