Saturday, November 23, 2013

Immortality 3

...and someday I will 
become a forgotten 
memory, archived 
in tombstones with 
reluctant lilies squinting
in the murmur of the sun,
their desire to kiss
the wind, where ashes 
float from the last 
remembered hands.

When the pages of 
the calendar turn, the 
rain announces another
year of my return in the 
cracks of the old home
where the child in the 
picture refuses to grow. 

Another song will bid the 
year good bye to the 
dead, another repetition 
awaits the living.  

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