I never held her
a flicker of light
never caged her
burnt her bright
purpose of breath
eludes me
sends me fleeing
from her death
propped on the front steps
she vanisheS
wrapped in black-webbed dress
abstracted, left to die
I never held her
a flicker of light
never caged her
burnt her bright
purpose of breath
eludes me
sends me fleeing
from her death
propped on the front steps
she vanisheS
wrapped in black-webbed dress
seasons: a poetic journey 