Bleach

the die slowly

seeps

leaving burnt edges

or ghosting

like old letters on onion skin

or the letters sent from far away

a location

faded memories and clothing

every time I approach water

the imprint grows 

more faint 

until it like I

disappears

1130 Miles and a Day

these two women engrossed in
something
work plans dreams how the heart holds and tears
if this were you and I
if miles and days could erase
if we had time enough to say
here am I
dear
here am I