CARYATID

By Thomas Whitehead

Every summer the scar comes out, glistening against tan,

A reminder of what was once so that there she is again:

Against blue skies, caryatid a singular storm cloud carrying.

So that grief might be as cyclical as the seasons, impressed immutably upon me. And then in winter fading.

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