Erasure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

artwork used by permission of Catrin Welzstein

in association with d'Verse Poets

 

 

 

ERASURE

 

I am gone, and this goes on

You have your smoke

The girls talk quietly about their lives

I am not here, but this goes on

Up and down the yard

The children run

Juliet picks flowers

As the sun begins to fade

Someone clears the plates

This goes on and I am gone

The way your smoke dissipates above,

Gone the way of dandelion fuzz.