Tuesday, July 23, 2013

aftermath.

 


if we lie
in this chrysalis
a quiet shroud
comprised 

the memories
we sifted from
the wreckage

an abstract painting
a solitary man
lost beside 
a red and
spiraling path

a single cellist
maybe, one note
becoming
a forgotten
symphony


 © 7.23.13 heather brager

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