Monday, April 02, 2012


Don't be
a stranger
or a guest
I'm sending a hand-drawn map—
I'm posting signs along the way.

It's been twenty years
since you passed this way.
The path is swollen,
blocked by brambles,
nettles, burrs, and goosegrass.

Today I'm clearing the footpath.
I've flattened the scarred places
with my hands and cut away
dense underbrush. I'm rearranging
the furniture of time.

Poetic Asides prompt


Blogger nan said...

I felt this very deeply. If only we could go back in time... could we change outcomes?

April 03, 2012  

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