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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
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 January 14, 2019