Voice of steady calm
deeper then deeper still
Distractions tossing pebbles
soft rain upon windowglass
Drawstrings of a satin bag
closing loosening bound escapees
Crumbs dropping in silence
a straw grass collection plate
All those memory hallways
nebula of evermore faded rainbows
Maybe mindfulness intends
less nothing more everything
Freedom for wandering
fragments thought long gone to dust
What will we recall
years from now
Slip on sandals shuffling slow
Three hearts
wisp of a willow
Our thoughts unspoken
as we go
Late nights I hear your chair
rocking rhythmic to a tune
we played once and tossed away
I sit quiet upon the cool evening stair
listening for your hum
tapping light holding onto time
Shadows slow dance against the wall
in hollow voice I dare in vain call
but I know I know
you aren’t there at all.
He called her Tucky
affectionate low voice
faraway eyes
memorializing lost lovers
or deceased family
missing home.
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