Witness

long forgotten

you rest among 

the pines and birches

where echos of our laughter

once filled your belly

now

it is only the wind

that plays through

your shattered shell

while crackling leaves

rustle along 

the loon's melody

playfully floats

over the rocky shore

and i remember 

oh yes, i remember

your grace and beauty

before the seedlings

deposited their blossoms

in your eves

and the earth buckled

beneath your weight

you were

and still are

my sole witness

of 

our

love

: : :

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Imaginary Garden with Real Toads