Overlapped

Days passed.
We returned to the pathway traipsing familiar mud on our boots,
the sun warm on our sleeves.

Birds persisted with their chatter,
but the wreckage of time was there with its new identification.
Historians of space.

New lives overworking this painting.
Digging down to the purpose of events in repetition.

© Dec-1996 Sonja J. Phinney