Tuesday, August 20, 2013

what is there?

In the Afterlife
by Mark Strand 
She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.
— from Almost Invisible, 2012 

1 comment:

  1. I thought of Mom the entire time I read this, Ruth.


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