The Tragic Tale of Charles
I know they punched him out
Twice in the eye, once in the mouth
...
The Gift
The Gift
-Stephanie Kjaerbaek
She walked across hills and plains
With the basket carried in her hands
As she searched for him in vain
A familiar human being disappeared
Down the path that leads back to Nepal
Through cliffs and mountain vales revealed
Only as eyes drop down from the summit
And as she heads out on the edge of evening
The Northern temperatures plummet.
She traversed the curves, concave and convex
To find him immersed in his projects
She saw his image through the glass
A reflection in hat and scarf from the past
And he was laughing with her, in jest
Not knowing she came with the future gift
As he returned to resort to his past
Fixing what was not meant to last
She arrived with the gift too soon but not too fast.
He looked over at her, beckoning
Two girls, one of each time, that was his reckoning.