II. Remnants
Leaves alight with flame
from dying rays split by rocky silhouettes.
Another world nestled amongst clouds,
guided by a one-way road.
Wind whips through our hair
as unfamiliar...
A hush between light walls,
And quiet rooms separated by
Dark paneled doors,
The brass knobs curling
Like friendly fingers
Reaching out to welcome me in.
Worn books near where...
Young Aunt Carol saw you
cradling the eggs from the henhouse
in your apron
caressing the creamy shells
under the slow stream of tap water.
This devoted attention,
soft acts...