by Nijole Miliauskaite
who led the way into the forest's
cool shadows: your forehead
was marked by a tiny forget-me-not
that grew alongside the ditch when you
stooped down in the thicket and stared.
Autumn by the sea, the wind
flattens the worn-out dress
against your back, salty grass
cuts across your legs, your hair
is thick with sand...
Last updated August 08, 2015