MO:  Rachel Walker

                R a c h e l   W a l k e r 

MISSOURI

Years later -

you’ll return to that frozen place where the river

converged against the western shore.

You’ll remember the crowded cemetery,

our fingers entwined like roots between the stones.

Surrounded by a thousand whispering ghosts

we buried our hearts in the ice, hoping to preserve

them for a warmer eternity - maybe a second chance

in spring.

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