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Lake House

by Adagio Micaletti  

I look at the willows sighing
the wind reaching,
strong, flowing, thick -
witness of time
sweeping fantasy spent.

Moving
packing, burning,
the unresolved, postponed - put in the attic,
since -
journals, photos, paintings, tax returns, history.

Family history
moved back in
with me today
and a headache -
heartache of my mind.

Missing, searching, shuffling
time etched
cards, drawings, notes
years of keeping.
And what to do with this
final sift?

Grandchildren
backpacks already overstuffed
with vivid -
yearning, love, intensity, dreams.
Desire.

Yes. I said.
I'm in. For the trees.
Gleaner of the memories.

By Adagio Micaletti

Adagio Patricia Micaletti is an artist and a Glammy with a book in progress, An Italian Handful - memoir, magical realism, and mangiare. Her blog: http://italianhandful.wordpress.com