Reasons don’t matter,
It is what it is,
Strolling over paths
Unseen save
In memory,
Today’s faces
Becoming
Tomorrow’s spirits.
floating in the ethos of remoteness
unable to re-forge old friendships,
must make new group moments,
Your pain evident
Even as you pose for this happy moment,
Divorced from a reality
And so, looks back,
At pictures before the surrender,
Retreating
After having purchased the farm
For the second time
In her now all-so-long existence
Trying not to get trapped again
in the Vicksburg of her own life.
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