I remember the day. The sun reflected on itself all lit in blue and I remembered how at your gravesite, I looked into that blue and saw the clouds move upon themselves until they took your shape. You stayed with us for a moment, gliding above us all, until the breeze took you away.  

On the day I forgot your name, I  began to remember you.  The love. The loss. The guilt.  I sent you away and then you died. 

Thirty years.  Thirty years of frost of being frozen in the field.  Giving into sleep. 

there is a garden.  it lives in torment.  the growth overwhelms and then underwhelms.  it is never satisfied.

 this is yellow.  the edge of a well worn slip. well washed, but not clean.