Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks November 2014: Remembrance | Page 23

and leaking rooves and I’ll-do-it-next-weeks. I closed my eyes
and breathed in fragrant pollen, as the sun winked over the crest
of the hill. Time up, my pilgrimage ended, but this year it was for
good. I stooped and plucked a Heather blossom, and thanked my
Heather, for showing me the way. And tossing the flower up into
the breeze, I felt my mother’s final kiss before she was taken off
one last time, on a gust of the North Wind.
Back down the dirt path in the tepid, summer dusk I smiled.
And when I reached the bottom, I didn’t turn right, towards
home. I turned left, towards tomorrow.

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