of a reechoed sound
long hanging in the air
or in the ground.
Seeds planted,
leaving a lasting round
of
Reverberations
sources not to be found.
Yet,
Never leaving, going nowhere
the
Reverberations,
continue to surround
Come down to the sound
to the smallest degree
Come down
and feel the
Reverberations with me.
If you chose to hide
them now,
Remember and know
Reverberations
never leave,
They
take on the life of a lie,
and continue
to grow.
Anchorage Memorial Park Cemetery
Anchorage, Alaska
Friday, July 15th, 2011
