The last thing she saw, remained hidden in a compartment above.
Indifferent to its locale; however, Secrets remain secrets.
Winding down from hassels at the shelter,
Lydia persued a calmer starkness.
Where she could stare at the emptiness and clutter that became her life.
Abandoned by these derelict objects, she still finds need to surround her desires with the promises made.
If only she hadn’t fought the fires within,
she’d find that charred basket
with her sister’s wishes for burial,
up in the attic.
dld summer solstice – june 21st, ’10
for 6S -On Location, Monday:
Up in the attic