Sunday, June 12, 2011


Sitting with a view
Of more than wished to see
In the shadow and the light.

Formless clothes drape a chair,
Empty, worn and useless.
Shoes with frayed laces somewhere.

An old birthday card
Pinched in the mirror.
Old birthdays, old times, old friends.

He grasps the hand and squeezes.
Calluses are abrasive
Reminders of unfinished work.

Cobwebs behind the nightstand,
Dust bunnies beneath the bed;
Those things we overlooked.

When coming up the walk
There was the untrimmed lawn;
Unraveling edges of a long life.

The hand unfolds, relaxes,
Dropping upon us these things
Forsaken. Forgotten; forgiven.

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