Landscape of Desertion

In the landscape of desertion
The leaves cover the forest floor.
The wind rarely blows
And nary and raindrop falls.

In the landscape of desertion
A vacant sign hangs in my soul.
Marble my heart feels made of,
Yet it would crumble with a kind word.

In the landscape of desertion
The stillness is deafening,
The aloneness maddening.
In the landscape of desertion emptiness abides.

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Lisa D. Gibson