Her ghostly heart
captured by lost time
hasn’t aged
in years

being there
moments slowed
all sound amiss
a doe approaches

secrets
momma would never
reveal
an old barn
sits on top of the hill.

The barn has seen
more than
any man
wish to know.

Momma signals
the rustling of leaves
the beating heart
haunts the summer glow.

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