Buried Love
By the side of the dirt path
Up a narrow incline,
Beneath bare branches
Of the fig tree,
Lies freshly turned ground
Covered by a small pile of rocks,
A reminder of the love
That a girl buried
Among layers of earth and memories.
Once a tiny, warm body
Housing a loyal friend,
So much more than whiskers and
Glowing eyes that could frame the constellations of
A bond that transcends
Star bursts of life.
In a quiet spot
By the side of a dirt path,
A bit of love hovers nearby,
Clinging to bare branches and
Gently placed rocks.
Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I
leap from hilltop to hilltop. On one of these hills I recently published my
memoir, my spiritual journey from the hills of one land to another: http://www.amazon.com/gp/
One of my poems based on this book will be featured in the fall edition
of Poetica Magazine.
I have also published stories and poetry in Green Press Panda,
Deronda Review. Stepping Stones and Esra
Magazine.
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