Today
I am gray inside today.
There is an ache
nagging –
migrating around my body,
moving from here to there.
I am not moved today,
by the new snow
or the morning light.
I am stuck today
in a repeating
loop
of memory
traveling back in time,
to this same day
minus fifteen years.
The smell of woodsmoke today
elicits tears
to pour down cheeks
reddened by wind.
Thoughts of my childhood today
turn black and shrivel
like newspaper kissing fire,
and changing form
until it’s only
ash.
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