Cold shadows travel across the facesAn incoming tide
changes pebbles into sand
the marble guards the faded plastic flowers
Half covered in dirt
They shift in permanency as memories die away
Through the stillness of a tunnel well worn,
Footsteps bind us
And I look to see a kite flying high above our heads
It's Connected to a young couple hiding
behind a tower
they wait for a break in the clouds
Under my summer sandals the grass gives way
Your shape grows smaller and smaller, fading into
A dark outline
against an unchanging backdrop
I crest the hill and look back
Seeing the contrast along the edges
The finality of cold stone and a vastness that expands into my heart
Is carried away on a whisper of wind
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