Denouement
The old cypress steadily marks
my walk where tremblina birds
roost under misty rain
As I pause along a white-stoned port shrouded
by tanaled album of littered memories:
Gentle this breath the breeze upon
a heaving chest
While furrowed leaves stoop on this marsh:
Somehow, my hands threw the folder
of memoirs into a bin :
Breaths lingering deep to caress edges,
that only winds understood a long love qone.
Then in a whim, a stranger picked the folio,
handing it to me just before the stars
faded on my prayers :
Now. I stride down the lane
to cross a wooden bridge, to welcome new stars.
Contest: Middle January Premiere Contest
For Brian Strand Reposted 1/18/2018
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