rolling beadsA Poem by Lydia Shutteri’ve tried to restring my necklace of
memories carefully leaving the beads of you on
the table (a disowning of sorts I suppose) but there they are again like time and eternity holding evil
hands walking into the sunset (or into the ocean to drown) instead of sweet silence, i hear dutch
melodies an off key dissonance thrumming
through my psyche you know, i thought you left me with
nothing but you actually left me these
memories an ongoing inheritance so on this balmy september morn here i am again collecting rolling
beads
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