Passage 180 — In Passing

Posted in terza rima by maggie on 2016/12/21

On streets drawn by his childhood memories
we welcomed winter's fire into our hearts
to dance our solstice through its arctic freeze.

"One circle ends. Another circle starts,"
he said. He passed my stone back to my hand.
"As yours finds its new home, my own departs."

He knelt down, aching, kissed familiar land,
looked to the dark sky, breathed familiar air,
then let me help him leave the way he'd planned.

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