the amphitheatre,
formed naturally by the basin
that is the lake
on this mountaintop,
carries the echoes
of our having been here,
speaking in low tones,
since voices carry on the water;
when we are gone, too soon,
others will fill the spaces
that we leave behind,
with their own hushed
their own echoes
of a short stay,
and their imprint
will be just as fleeting as ours.

July 27, 2010, for the Wifey.

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