By Paul Ilechko
Smooth flooding
the weather in flow
as catastrophe rises
we visited the graveyard
plastered to the hillside
between the mountains
the days of orchard
of apple cores slung
across a meadow
smooth stones were polished
by the endless river
stepping lightly to cross
as stains are filtered
where flesh peeled
with gradual finality
there memories infiltrated
of a framed window
in a time of wood
of dogs careening
between the metal lattices
lined with brick
between rain soaked meadows
this is how they emerged
not yet ready for life
but bold in their potential
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