the final chapter

the spider’s silk brushed her face
caught like a fisher’s net, silvery
weave across black night’s hair
to glisten in the sun’s arm outstretched,
dusty ghosts stand still – shadows,
furnishings luminescent in hazy light
walking the corridors of white
sorrow corrects a dry painful swallow
as a wintry draft forms whirlwinds
upon the cold wooden floor, breath
clings as warm clouds passing
through the memories while
selecting to keep but a few.


Night Rose – Artwork by Nikki

(previously published in Nights Roses, July 4, 1992)

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