Gin scented July junipers
The steely blue high sky
Beneath the ground I crumble on
White limestone calcified
The lake is lapping memories
In splashes that retrace
The tears I've shed for those now free
Who float above this place
My father's face a shadow shade
Receded by the sun
Been gone so long that I'm afraid
I'll forget where I'm from
My mother's less invisible
More tangible and clear
The hilly curvature I mull
Her smile, the atmosphere
The UV soaks through my old bones
A puff of wind on cheek
Like hugs and kisses, take me home
And play on stop, repeat
In figure eights and circles
My imagination bends
In winding mind play till I'm full
Of seeing them again
Written by Sara Fielder © July 2014
Sara Fielder
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