IT was the death of it that mattered.
Not to me but to him.
He needed to see it gone.
Dead.
But he couldn’t watch it leave.
I could
I watched it to make sure it was dying.
I watched it so I could say when it was Dead.
He didn’t understand the motor.
Too young, maybe.
Too bold, yes.
Too alive to care.
I stood
So I could put a stone on it.
To mark the exact moment when it ended.
Dead.
Today I felt compelled to pray
Death has come for it
I felt compelled to pray today
I found Western Massachusetts through school. I fell in love with its natural beauty and its people. My place here as a writer comes from my humanity and the connections to each other and my connection to the Divine.