David Ross (dyvyd) wrote,
David Ross
dyvyd

On that Hill


We stood
on that hill
decades ago
surrounded
by oaks

tree language
intimate
embracing wind
warm

but that night
has gone
to where we
keep our
pressed flowers,

to lots,
or closets,
old haunts,
garages,

memories fading
to dim colors,
crushed crumbs,
random bits.

and even
the real places,
when we visit,
have grown partial,
missing pieces,
vague,
past recall...

place and self
both at once
ephemeral

and when we
claim no more
to know these
residues of
things,
or how they
stand for us,

the very
fields and forests,
homes,
the sidewalks, streets,
and lawns

will all be bare and new again--

as swept of us
as we of them
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