Like scattered birds, they circle back
hovering, fragments of faces, bits
of song fluttering and floating before me,
moments searching for a place to roost
within memory. Some high and bold
on bare branches singing yet, singing
always, while others light behind
a rustling wall of leaves to build nests,
mate and incubate quietly within me.
drycrikjournal 
Rich thoughts on necessity of rumination . . .
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John – these words describe my feelings of leaving Elko, feelings that are still large in my memory though it’s been many years since I’ve been there. Thank you.
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You’re welcome, Melinda. Even after 26 years, it feels much the same.
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