As waves whisper to waves
The memory-spider spins
Its endless web
Of eggshell-cracking silken thread
While on the beach
Where well-loved long legs once
Nervously scrawled
Doomsday patterns and turned
All he hears
Is the Babel of birds and the purr
Of an approaching, agonizing
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He remembers
Angry prayers in temples of pain
Beautiful shrugging shoulders
Striking him dumb
Seven summers and slender hips
Swinging into the dark
As the silence surged
And splintered their world.
A scintillating impressionistic excursion through memory and regret.
Thank you very much,Louis.
Down memory lane with lovely allusive images! A pleasant read!
Thank you,Sunila.