Bess Kemp

Cemetery in Shelburne Falls


i walk

through leaves

across memories

of then

my footprints

so easily erased


i listen to time pass

under my feet

the rustling grows

fainter with each

step


i too

am almost there



Runaway


black and white diamonds

across the floor

in her dreams of 1955

a little worn with age

though

not completely erased yet


she was a beauty

in soft pink sweaters

and boys were something mysterious yet

no drudgery

of a housewife's future


she didn't know how fast

it would all end

like James Dean's star

gone too soon


now the oldies station plays her

far-away tunes

dion, elvis, del shannon

all the guys she gave her

teenage heart to

gone


no mysteries now

just black and white

diamonds

fading fast


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