Years Afteri Have Buried You Poem by Victoria Hunter

I tasted leaves
the season of aged skin
Below me was the ground
gray in pieces
 
At George Akens
I saw us sittin
in a dull orange booth
sippin long cool drinks
and eatin chicken
down to the bone
and talkin about the springs
when we went fishin
in the close past
we could only partly see
us and the thing
we were to leave with
in our dusty boxes
 
I clung to the memory
as we have a parent
when we were young
and afraid to let go
and be brave
 
Around me were people
blurred as ghosts
those at your grave
I saw through the rain

Published by Conceit Print Magazine 2019
Published by Black Telephone Magazine 2020