Snow filling ravens tracks
Near a fence row
Where the wind fell down….
Dripping wax inside the rain
Something weeping inside this wall
Silence and memory aching here….
In a winter wind storm near the woodshed
Grey hair
On a piece of wood where
Old ones passed….
Ghosted dreams fall out of our dreamtime
to sit among us….
Foggia ghetto
April 9….
© 2021 Lance Henson