Last Image

author's note:

Where is the ordinary man, the ordinary woman I’ve heard people speak of?

I’ve never met such a person.


LAST IMAGE

In the dream
I walked with her
though she ascended a hill
many miles away from mine.

To my surprise
she reached her summit
while I still struggled to climb.

Her distant silhouette
stood at the peak for a moment
then a beam from the golden sunset
lit her small frame
and she became a candle flame--
flaring up
then sinking down, the next instant.
The scene, suddenly dark.

In the morning
someone I sort of know
told me she had died.

Now when I think of her
I remember that last image

and so
I no longer see her life
in shades of gray and beige.

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