Thursday, April 3, 2008


Walking through the courtyard feeling lead in my step
click click click of my heel as I run to beat the terror
can’t shake the trail of weeping behind the eye
an over the should glance to check my stride.

Closely I am followed by the memory of past unknown
yet known in every burdened step I take
one two- one two the beat pulses the cement
an almost dance like motion between woman and child within

Over a bridge leading from yesterday to tomorrow
I stop for a moment and my shadow collides with heart
in the now I am forced to reconcile
a memory of child with a future of woman.

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