her driver stood a little bit away
now autumn trespasses on the young place
from others
where a moment grows into a life
close to where her stone would be
having been loved though mainly having loved
and looked down at moist flowers
some lives reside within our breath
looked at the patch of grass
some moments will be lived again
looked at other stones
the tangible replenishing goes mute
looked away from all the quiet
always enough to go around
she told me her best friends
each is the same repeatedly
would be forgotten
as one another
sheila e. murphy
