Ragged Claws

“Those you planted as children, ah, those trees
are long since too heavy for you to bear.”
.                                                             (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Softly, slowly leaking time:

Soft as rain – these
memories are soft as rain,
now falling on old statues
in a long abandoned park.

Here’s a general and there
a king of some old country
no-one really knows
what happened to.

Memories – of summer evenings,
walking past young mothers and
their prams, the barking dogs and
children running after ice-cream vans.

Soft as rain: These shadows
falling on old stone and, like
the ragged edges of the ocean
swallow up the shore, now

softly, slowly eating time.

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