
Time is brutal to colors and memories
Broken and fading places stay real
Nothing healed
No comfort
Just a place of lonely pain and lost words
twisted into failed love
unspoken.
I saw it whipped
waving above
nearly alone
holding on.
I saw the cords
life surging on
from ground to stem attached.
Then off balance
in twinkling light
I heard a breath
release…
past all the others hanging still
a twirl and dance, a northern front
leaving ties
the shackles gone
and falling free at last.