Grief

 Grief is non-biodegradable

So no point burying it

Let it flow

Let it run

Recycle.

 

You can dump it in some low-lying yard and let a plant grow out of it

These plants, these trees,

Curl up their root feet on the forest floor

And shakes their bushy heads happily in the whistling breeze.

 

Or rake your brain for memories

Just as you keep browsing from one site to the other

And you will know that those yellowing sheets no longer hold those typed words

There are blanks and holes on those crumpled pages

And you will find out

In her own winsome wicked ways, your memories have decided

to no longer carry the burden.

 

Or be the eagle, the owl, and the hornbill

And turn to see hope lurking beside your shadow in the flowing river, beneath.

See, how the rocks too have weathered

Watch them blend slowly into the sand

And

Forget.