stick arms
stark and worn
stepping on dry leaves
veins cracking
crumble of pieces
empty sky dark
immense dome hollow
bats darting zip-zap
the western garden wide
stretching along the river
through the hills
far mountain
attainable
reaching into the heavens
searching for my woman
years ago saying goodbye
separation a crime
so many mistakes
in youth
and the need for closure
when the garden had
fruit and room
to sleep under the stars
the ghost of her
following me
and I didn't know until now
her eyes
finally seeing
the soon forever in me.
Stephen Jarrell Williams has appeared in Black Poppy Review, Synchronized Chaos Magazine, Fixator Press, The Chamber Magazine, Mad Swirl and others.
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