Poems and Poetry

Memorial | A Poem by JD DeHart

What sound does
a year make? It may
be the sound of changing,
dragonflies coasting
on the breeze before unkind
winter snap. I remember
the song of road travel,
uncertain outcomes.
Traveling back, even a month,
what advice would I offer?

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