Returning

After years in the city, she
followed crooked streets back
to the yellow house,
the apple tree bending
into weeds.

She passed by
me, her head high and distant,
her eyes circling
out, her shoulders
forward

I whispered her name to
the backyard trees
and scanned the wool-
heavy branches
for movement.

© 2011, Aaron Rudolph

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