I wear echoes
ragged through the citywhen we talk
I talk only of childhood
I dream we dig
as if we know this earth
and can't say why
I wait to be turned back
they're all saying
that leaving is necessary
they don't know
I will never say goodbye
_________
Pic: Red Cedar yesterday with Big A. At the start of our walk, it was tough getting my taped-up right foot into my sneaker. That made A say we should go to Urgent Care instead of on a walk, but I really needed a walk for my wellbeing. If my foot's broken, it has already been broken for over ten days, so what would another day matter anyway?
5 comments:
This poem has made me cry. From the moment I read the first stanza, the tears began. The second stanza is absolutely beautiful. I want this read at my eventual memorial service or spreading of my ashes or whatever my family decides.
It's...incredible.
Beautiful, beautiful poem.
Nance, you know this is not allowed and I hope I'm not around for any of this and this is making me cry so hard. (So I guess this is a nice tit for tat, my friend <3)
Thank you, Suzanne!
Powerful last line.
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