Grief
Grief
a fluttering of moth wings
turns the air into minute
whorls of short breath.
space does a catstretch to infinity
then curls into a tight ball.
one, one, one
a word once insignificant
echoes through the mind
like midnight footsteps
on a drizzled cobble street.
alone
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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