Between Pine and Oak

She muttered a name under her breath,

his name, from so long ago, the wrinkles

around her eyes hadn’t closed off the view

yet and he still existed and came to her

in vivid visions. The visions remain

but nothing is vivid for her except

her great-grandmother’s apron

and the fireworks over the culm bank.

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