Ghosts
A gift bag caught on a bare branched tree
Old cobwebs sway, too high to reach
Ancient names on a new marquee
My mind sliced thin, holes swissed like cheese
-me
Photograph by Rachel Thompson
A gift bag caught on a bare branched tree
Old cobwebs sway, too high to reach
Ancient names on a new marquee
My mind sliced thin, holes swissed like cheese
-me
Photograph by Rachel Thompson
~ by April on November 13, 2019.
Posted in Death, Identity, Loss, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Cobweb, Divorce, Empty, Ghosts, History, Loss, Past, Poetry, Tree
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