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Down the Road

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn’t. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.


“In the Afterlife” by Mark Strand, found in his final book Almost Invisible.

The photograph: County Kerry, Ireland.