no one knows what lies ’round the bend

but you can’t stand still with a photo
in one hand
holding claim to borrowed memory
even a dead crow
dreams of color
sometimes
and everything buried will
eventually
rise
to the catacomb
of temporary
surface

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month. Day 29
I’m participating in NaPoWriMo, and Writer’s Digest Poem a Day Challenge.

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