Sunday, May 11, 2014

"The Tree Where Doves Go to Cry"

Roads we travelled,
Roads remembered.
Time we cheated
Roving away the days.

No King's Road
Or high court,
Yet plenty of needed-
Scenic routes abounded.

Maps of our journey
Resemble our own
Veins & arteries-
Spirit housed topography.

One day each year
You live again
Through each landmark,
Dear Mother, my obelisk.

-for the girl that liked to shoot marbles…