SOFTLY WE GO

The words spoken

were like threads

thinning at the elbow,

deep thoughts from a

cold heart with warm hands

 

a story of the

distant from here

about adding to

the next step

after the last one

taken

 

speaking darkly

about alleys cutting

between

buildings of

memories

and voices at the

clothesline

or the end

without a sky

or clouds

 

fortunately

dusk holds soft

the place before night

as stars listen

to wishes and prayers

 


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