Elias and Flora

overwhelming in it's completeness, 
full of that certain light,
the light that causes soft changes in the shape of clouds, 
a chapter ends

the books filled with photographs of their memories
packed in their crates,
sealed with tape the colour of time
boxed, but never to be forgotten,

dawn smiling beyond the curve in the sky  
whispering quietly under her breath,
she stretches, yawns, readies  for this new day,
the birds in their spring finery
soar on the all knowing winds

the wagon wheels freed from the mud 
that’s bound them for so long
creek and shutter, moving again,
rejoining the road, greeted by their
own private screening of futures full of Walt and Roy