Remnants

REMNANTS

 

Blue jeans tattered
leash gripped tight twixt arthritic fingers
lemon yellow slippers in day’s noon,
tresses silver, not gold
askew, mutters
seeking yesterday,
Her gait adrift.


Pause.

Takes puppy’s gaze
says her love
clear, deafening.

 

Heart
Pulse
Surge
Thrust
Burst.

 

What will they remember?

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