Friday, April 28, 2017


Seeking a classical reference, the
young faun managed the jump :
as thorough as any other. It made
me think of the lady I once knew
who lived by the cemetery and
walked out each afternoon. I would
nod and she'd say hi : me, leaving, 
and her  -  who lived there  -  going
somewhere I never knew, each day.
It became quite a staggering habit,
and I always thought, had I not known
differently, she could be seen as
'leaving' the cemetery daily. There
was once a rhododendron there,
a bundle of dirt and all, being
thrown out from a nearby garden.
I took it home. It still grows here.

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