WHO REMEMBERS DEATH IN A DREAM . . . Comments

She imagines what I miss,
It clings to her shadow,
Before she knows it, it's caught up.
Instead of hunter, she's the prey.

It gets lost just like that.
I don't know what you knew,
But what I missed
Occurs in pictures on my way.

The soil subsides
Ever further; there's a point
Where everything will fall quiet.

And we, there in the midst,
An image that will not shift
Or vanish.
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