shards of unsorted puzzles
that will never fit together
that will never sing a tune
come as memory
the shape of dirt on bare feet
a gravel road going away
the sadness of summer grass
stuck like a battered ship in a bottle
through blown glass bubbles
piano harmonies without resolution
a haunted bejeweled earth
not really the past
this lens of present distortion
forgetting a simple rich pool
those slow walks of belonging
loving a lost place called home
that will never fit together
that will never sing a tune
come as memory
the shape of dirt on bare feet
a gravel road going away
the sadness of summer grass
stuck like a battered ship in a bottle
through blown glass bubbles
piano harmonies without resolution
a haunted bejeweled earth
not really the past
this lens of present distortion
forgetting a simple rich pool
those slow walks of belonging
loving a lost place called home
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh so poignant, "loving a lost place called home." Me, too.
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