pictures of strangers
Oak has a memory
measured in units of quiet
brushed from nursing home walls.
Remembered is the longing
for her hardwood chair
and everyday the riverside willow
calls her to its place.
Silence has weight
and descends at the speed
of white becoming grey
in a fog.
She sits among pictures
of strangers
and tends rosary beads
although she is not Catholic.
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googleposted on 08/12/2008
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