athazagoraphobia


Her recollections are a pebble shore
of mud and river stones
made smooth by rain and waves
grind them into sand
dunes that shift in a wayward gust
of wind that keeps
the gulls aloft in the pallid wind
down memory lane
is not as well kept as it should be.

Her memories erode
like stone
and are eaten by the tide
or maybe
Her memories are actually
the water
but it’s really hard to tell
from here.

In the end her dress becomes a sail as the shores vanish and she is Her no longer.

© christine DINGLEY 2011

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