in search of structure in the wind
Free Verse
Published in
Apr 16, 2021
The melody of words unsaid
echoes like the crash
of a wintry waterfall, half monument
half lie —
rehearsal for a eulogy
delivered in the wind
paralysis by ice
the family photograph, black on white,
a strand of flowing time
a stand-in for a life
in the warming April noon comes a breeze,
a pluck, a clearing throat
trickles
a little lyric folded neat
inside the pocket of a quiet coat.
