Saturday, August 22, 2015

even into you

the ground around him
stretches,
doesn't end.
whether flat, or inclined,
the places he has touched
or been
go on and on.
his footsteps
taken, the words spoken.
the food he
has eaten. the sound
of his voice
still there
somehow,
traces and tracks of his
ending life stretch out,
even into you.

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