The birds flew south
Walking in the forest
I heard silence
With echoes of sadness
After you left
The books remained unread
Arranged on top of each other
In alphabets of absence
Some words are missing
In discordant conversations
The strings were adjusted
I was able to sleep
After a very long wait.
A month ago.
note: The sculpture is at the entrance of the Riverhouse by Bespoke Collection, Napa Riverfront, Napa, CA.
“My host was shoeing a great blond carthorse with a mane and tail of tousled flax. He wave when I went into his smithy and mumbled good morning though a mouthful of horsenails.”-Patrick Leigh Fermor
note: the quotations is from A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor
photo: Lake Tahoe taken while hiking with a friend.
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