They have you up on ancient faces.
By the train tracks, time has elapsed.
You were to be the healer, of my sweet teen-aged years.
But the last ducky has had its’last quack.
And the Holland House still stands, but no longer does it echo, with your laughter that swarmed,in my child mind.
And somehow decaying furniture has outlasted us.
For a decade and a half, mourning has hovered in my heart for you, and it keeps hovering, hovering, hovering… Like that morphic Raven.
Poem & Photo: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.