A Landscape of Her Own
After the funeral,
the town changed its street maps,
old houses were relocated. new shops opened
in long emptied malls.
They had never shared their likes or interests,
they had not even shared an equitable life;
now she understood the changing landscape.
Before his death, the town was seen
through his own lens only;
he was ever determined
to shape her view, make her see things his way.
After this post-mortem revelation,
She recalibrated her car’s GPS:
It takes her now
to the as yet
unseen.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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