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by Nijole Miliauskaite

Nijole Miliauskaite

That same
narrow white road through the forest
spreading trees, summer, and beyond the bend
a lake, water calm and deep

a lost
home, returned
in a dream that repeats
endlessly

what was left me
by my great-grandmother, my grandmother, the dowry
delivered to me by my mother
at the edge of the world

I will give
that photograph, barely visible, fading
those shadows
those waters

to you, child




Last updated August 08, 2015