Unbidden Recollections

for Dave

Driving east on Montana 200,
Unbidden recollections spill over buttery fields.
Floating like ghosts between Square Butte and the Little Belts,
They swarm through the shadows of life’s early hillsides
Back there, where we worshipped no god but Now.

Passing Moccasin, your death
Breathes deep curves in the road.
falling into patches of darkness
As time sharpens the edges of forgetting
Who we were.

Brenda Warren 2013


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19 thoughts on “Unbidden Recollections

  1. Feel very sad and lonely, like a lost love. This has me at emotional odds because I’m completely in love with Montana. Very soft and tender poem Brenda. 🙂


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