MOSAIC

She possessed a doubtful overture of laughter like an inner shadow shielding pain   when speaking with passion she covered her heart as if preventing it from being captured by worldly pursuers   she rarely spoke of holy things, only then, a half smile   when bored she gazed about slipping away with a faint … More MOSAIC

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME