[ ballerina toes X - the ghost of sara. ]

[ ballerina toes X - the ghost of sara. ]

in a kind of reckless momentum
winter gave way to the charms of spring
and spring was set aflame
by the beginnings of summer
and somewhere along the line
autumn lurked around the corner.

i had been too entirely engrossed
in my recollections of sara's ghost
to pay court to the dalliance of seasons;

the inate frustration at my own failings
the reason for my self-imposed distance
from her side;
how many times can one fall
before every bone is shattered?

and yet -

the shade of an august afternoon
ensnares my inhibitions
and breaks them as waves break on the shore.

and this was how i found myself
once again at sara's door.

Ashley A. Wolfe