DEBI FAULKNER
 
 
Earth in Repose

Their shadows call me
back - those places
where I have lived, where 

my memory ghost-walks
through familiar gardens,
where flower bulbs mix 

with broken glass and bones- 
dog, canary, my unborn child's 
name written on paper, wrapped 

with raffia. Secrets whispered
to the sky change shape
with the clouds, change the patterns

of shadows slipping 
over freshly turned earth. 

Copyright © 2003 Debi Faulkner

 

 

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