Near the mirror
his faded picture
is alive
regardless of
the lack of conversations
while her hands
adjust colours
on an overused printer
that turns her hair gray.
At dusk thoughts buried
under a wet pillow
she looks
for understanding
about life’s concept
and cremation,
dreams like clouds
ride on childhood mountains,
shredded cotton-wool
slowly gathers strength
for the next monsoon.
...
A contest entry
- The Missing by Cherokee.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 14 entries
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