It was with the laying of hands
that sideways look and pause
where the sapling pressed through
cracks in concrete paving found
how the light shown heavy
orange full of future storm turning
in passing between the two
while you there with silent eyes
stood the fence to close the gate
in that space that no one else enters
the dying ‘rest their reckoning
scattered the day’s simple remains
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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“In passing”, made me melancholic- I guess because I have known enough to read in between the lines. However, to others less intimate you might go too far in evasive statements!? Give us more,your readers may think… love,mom
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