C. John Graham

Issue #
October 3, 2017

Departure Clearance

A rain-blackened branch

creaks in the breeze.

Leaf clutter rustles

under pendulum steps.

How many times

will a shadow of limb

sever your silver string

of recollection?

Mottled daylight

plays among the trees. Look—

it stays a while

on you.

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