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the madrigal, volume ii

Walking Down the Riverbed

by lorelei bacht

our fathers are trees / our mothers are departed / rained back into the sea / we walk a land of ghosts / deciphering the tracks / of our elders imprinted / in the old riverbed / dry silt once moved / by swift hands of water / now sat in dusty piles / on either side we look / for clues for traces of / intentions past our folks / they must have known / something but left no / address carved into these / old stones no manual / we run our hands along / the illegible tracks / of the long departed, guessing / that we are making the exact /same mistakes they once made //

Lorelei Bacht lives and writes in Asia. Her work has appeared / is forthcoming in such publications as Visitant, The Wondrous Real, Quail Bell, Abridged Magazine, Odd Magazine, Postscript, Strukturriss, The Inflectionist Review and Slouching Beast Journal. She is also on Instagram: @lorelei.bacht.writer and on Twitter @bachtlorelei

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