the visit

July 28, 2014 § 2 Comments

he recalled how she came
through the barrier
when no one else would

just to see him
at the end of his vigil –
waiting for fires to go out

his slow voice
so low
a listener had to
meditate on each word

he said she had not
aged, said
she held an onyx teardrop

in one hand
a lapis eye in the other
that was

all she had to offer
as an answer to a question
he was afraid to ask
years ago

he recalled
how she came through
the barrier

when no one else
took the time

(c) 2014 Fred Whitehead

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