Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Woman in a slant of sunlight.

 

Standing in a slant of sunlight,

silver glinting specks of dust,

fingering the links of the chain

about her neck and gazing, not 

seeing, into the blur of greenery, 

her garden. She knows part of

her life has slipped her; not beyond

sensing, but beyond experiencing.

She knows it was hers: some lost

opportunity, something lost from

her own realisation. And it is lost.

Now she must step out of her reverie,

return to her lesser self, trimmed

but, somehow, wiser.

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