by Virginia Fultz

Published in Issue No. 169 ~ June, 2011

A silver hair somehow

escaped the tidying.

Running it through,

my fingers remembered:

a child’s fingers passing through a
silver field,

and the old man’s patience

the silver crest, hat-grooved,

above long strides a child must skip
or run to;

veins through drawn, transparent

open-eyed breathless absorption near
the end;

a frail final form

on an imprint in a cotton

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When not traveling, Virginia thrives on clear air and stunning vistas where she and her husband Ed who have been together a wonderful long time, are now delightfully retired and living in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains in Albuquerque, New Mexico.