They sit together
alone
those paths well
trod
now worn dry
those things they found
familiar released
an ascending weight
inverting the grave
tipping out
old cloth
a dry leaf still holding
fast
ignoring the fate
of the tree
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Hi! I just started up my own blog and happened to stumble across yours! Just wanted to say that I have found your poetry particularly intriguing! You’re very talented, and I admire your confidence in posting your work publicly! Have a nice day 🙂