by Gay Reiser Cannon
(Port Aransas, TX)
At the end of color
when trees stand
exposed bare to bark
a man feels a stark
need to replenish
going home
To seek with kith and kin
reunion once again
to search old cupboards
for secrets left therein
to ruminate in thoughts
once put aside
for things he thought to hide
To settle into introspection,
or seek lost images
in reflection
listening to
conversation
without
understanding
or concentration
His eye
explores each room
each shelf
where love stored
in things so small as
the details of a dishtowel
its designs so simple
and so old
can somehow
illuminate
the borders
of his soul
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
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