sunken steps of stone,
history rustling in the trees,
nothing but worn footholds left,
when those who remember are gone
the universe sighs final breaths,
ripples of joy and sorrow.
This small poem emerged today from a haiku that I posted on September 18, 2017, almost one year ago:
sunken steps of stone
under ancient canopy
The idea to do this came from Amaya at dVerse who, for Tuesday Poetics: On a Loop, invites us to loop back to a past September 11 (or date nearby) to create a new poem from a piece of an old one.
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