A scintillant dust

shallows his breath;

memory hovers above

them both, a ghost-

vague, yet resonant,

like tattered filament,

shrouds, or tendons

lifted slowly from bone.

Even shaped to reform,

nascent affirmation’s

echoes are just

echoes blurring whispers

into silence, like wisps

adrift between gravestones.

(June 20, 2019)