Day 2001, still. Daily picture, Poetry I think she was still holding her umbrella not to hide for the rain she was no longer listening ~ she crossed the empty street she didn’t know only her feet ~ the light was bright from a sun far above there where no shadows ~ I saw her disappear in the cemetery no longer in use but stillShare this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related