Friday, September 30, 2011


She was lost, unsure.
Smothered voice like
a dying bird

under the sun’s hand.

A hush fell over
the onlookers
as she parted
through their gazes.

She stared at her necklace,
remembered last
Christmas’s snowfall.

Ghosts or shadow people,
the group was gone.
They had vanished.

No more voices


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