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All That’s Left

Rainy Day, Boston - Childe Hassam, 1885

Rainy Day, Boston – Childe Hassam, 1885

A flash of gold and a ribbon of blue

Glimmered briefly on a rain-swept street-

These fragments are all that’s left of you.

 

Or faces half seen in puddles at my feet-

By tread and discord they disperse-

Glimmered briefly on a rain-swept street.

 

Or snippets caught as couples converse-

Gone as swiftly as waking thought-

By tread and discord they disperse.

 

Or late at night dreaming, memory taut

With fragments of a long forgotten hymn-

Gone as swiftly as waking thought.

 

Or birds warbling high on a limb

Weaving patterns in seamed eternity

With fragments of a long forgotten hymn.

 

Or your needle as it dove with certainty-

As you found each frayed and wayward thread-

Weaving patterns in seamed eternity.

 

Silent morning hush- echoes in my head-

As I find each frayed and wayward thread.

A flash of gold and a ribbon of blue-

These fragments aren’t all that’s left of you.

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2 Comments

  1. queenmeranda says:

    Great imagery. ☺

Give it to me straight.

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