REPLETE
-heads weave into fragile, thin
paper-like skin
echoes the savage-silent-dread
of memories-lost, storm-tossed
dust-motes float,
gossamer webs
glitter in the rain;
words thought, but never said,
misrule-misled,
in the very eye of the storm
memories replete
old-ghosts fled,
chapped, red-raw hands
from working this mid-winter land.
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