Caw

It whispers that you were once here.
It must have been grand in its day
keeping things in and others at bay-

Giving you a sense of{false} security
a boundary never to be breached
a sense of permanence and importance
a cold-crooked line echoing the decades-

I see you flitting amidst the spaces
between the brush and battered stone
Isn't it dreadful to traipse this earth alone- 

Your fractured wall and broken home
left to the crows and forest gnomes
who weave soft emerald wreathes
to lay over the bones of memory-
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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