An Hour Ago: poems by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
leaves in wind, image by Alicja, on Pixabay An Hour Ago An hour ago I’d dozed upon the thought I could leave all those unwanted memories behind as if they were stuffed away in the toe room of a worn shoe so they could no longer ever touch me and I could breathe in the scent of a dahlia that, when once a bud, sighed itself open into a flower. Only heartfelt prayers sent to heaven, and leaves flying rapturously in the wind when autumn begins closing in. ___________________ A Sn