A Walk in Avondale

There’s no one on the Galloping Green
Just the little dog and me
A long and empty space
And silent trees
We take the River Walk
For water therapy.

And I remember you
The river has no recollections
But I do.

Thru’ the broken bones
Of winter trees
You have returned
On a beam of light
To numskull me

You are made captive
In my memory
Locked in behind
the membrane of my mind
In silver chamois leather
Ready for the carnival

And all the while the river rushes by
As if it had a bus to catch
And somewhere else to go

That wicked wolf nefarious
is known
To lurk in woods..
You’ve joined him here by proxy
As a recurring theme
An incubus.

I place my foot where you once stood
Intransigent ...the one
Who walked through me
Like a ghost
Walks through a wall.

Which left me falling , falling...
Into the stoney laps
Of all the world’s marauders

Kristine Byrne
Jan 11th 2014...Avondale.