A PROMISE TO HOLD

Fractional sunlight pressed

through gray mist clouds

like thieves stealing between

headstones.

A ribbon of water separated

the road from an outpost of

evergreens;

a creation of serious lines

and rugged beauty.

 

It was a favorite place,

untypical, not easily replaced

nor forgotten.

 

The ground was resolved to

hold theses treasures close

to the chest forever.

 

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