Grain elevator. Clumps of grass. Bare tree. Fire lookout. Hens. Barking. Orchard.

Where are the peaches? Where is the town that died?

The war is over, but only on paper.

My spirit is not broken. It flickers. Bright as stars.

Bright white of the dogwood blossoming in your eyes.

We meander to ruin but find beauty instead.

Book learning and music.

My love sleeps, not yet eternal.

Porcelain memories to shatter and rumble down the track and away…

Colleen Sohn