Remembrance ....
Remembrance ....


Hours earlier she read the notice of her last lovers demise.
Now she sat in remembrance of all her lovers gone to grave,
Lovers she recycled over the years, but never married.
How each has turned her body into a musical instrument,
how each had created a song that echoed in her still,
Echoes to accompany her until her open grave welcomed her home
© 2018 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, acrylic, and graphite on watercolor paper

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