Bye, Dad

Glasses of which to block the sun from the rays of her dark, oval eyes hide tears, and an awkward silence hovers above a still wind, pushing its way through an open window moving beyond the blaring motionless body of language which none spoke. Bags by the door for what’s next in-store done with his ashes by the seashore.

(Dusting off Dreams)

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