expressions

The tree
whispers shadows
across the turquoise strip of sun
edging the mountain.
I stand alone in the
yearning yard.
Voices across the fences
sharing lives

Like lawn chairs

you folded up our marriage

and walked away.

A trivial, light weight thing.

sea shell canadian beige

Do you hear happy voices too

in your isolate dark?

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