Lily Dancer

EulogyA dereliction of hair vines your face, and I recall the way ivy hugged the muddy bricks when we allowed the days to oversee our construction.Eulogy
I caress the cracked barrens of your cheek; the epitaph of your smile is scratched in paddocks, a dusty home for grass-seed dreams left fallow. We invited rain, but only Autumn attended us.
The parched expanse of your skin invites water, and I remember the river, clogged with salt; the soft moans of the withered eucalypts, and the one tussock of grass by rusted pumps. Bushfires were a mercy for them.
Your casket
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