words echoing forever

my words will echo ever after
over empty fields where flowers
grow no more - death brings
different red browns to the earth
barren and arid, dusty clouds
stir up the silt of thirsty souvenirs
or shadowy memories, your raspy voice
a welcome specter of my childhood
long forgotten like the red
building blocks always waiting
at the house of your childhood…
never enough words
to build a home that didn’t tumble…


words echoing forever
[2008.20.3…c]

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