Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Elided (Day 601)

Hours like November trees   
denuded   silent   invisible 
sidewalks coated with answers
like gaudy rings 
on knobby fingers
a moth in the darkness   
I am unmentionable
my most joyous years  elided
now  quiet as a cloud   I exist 
in the passive tense   shouldn’t I 
have a name   wouldn’t I have 
etched traces of myself 
into life’s rough surface  
or maybe it is supposed to be 
enough to dwell (unnoticed) 
in the shadowy depths 
of a willow-graced stream


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six