Saturday, October 30, 2010

Magpie Tales

In a Clearing in the Cemetery I Found a Broken Stone

I've been wondering:
who now alive remembers
the words that told your life?

I lift the branch, look:
moondrift light, a dry light breath,
a stone set adrift
in the dry leaf-sea clearing
You were written, read, erased.

(Sarge and I wrote this together. It was fun!)
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