Silence spreads.
It blankets churning mouths like grazing cows come frost.
Never has the silence echoed so.
Dew freezes and I’m brought back to the before
When grasses tugged at the little girls who wove a path through streaming summer winds.
I could always tell when summer had broken through this quieted icy earth when the grasses became waves in a jade sea, startled by each other’s speaking.
Can it be nothing more than new life?
Bounding through marshes
And clover
And buttercup
And moss
And underneath that moss
Death
Will we ever stop
Forming gaps for young children to fall through,
Teetering on the edge– –swinging their legs.
My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.
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