SIXTEEN YEARS LATER

Dear E,

In my garden today

I became afraid that the wind

would take somthing away

as it blew through me.

Yesterday a friend and I

shared family pictures.

I looked without passion at

photos of us, our souls entwined,

the remenbered images soon fading

like morning dreams.

I write this now as I would 

press a flower between the

leaves of a book

lest I forget completely.

            Love,

                   R




All pages © 1996 R. W. Oschin

rene@wwcoinc.com