Shadow Commemoration Day Nineteen

There are moments that pass,
instances of simplicity,
where small thoughts,
and little glimpses,
of the past appear.

In a way,
they are felt,
they are seen in an instant,
but not quickly,
like looking over,
a whole landscape.

There by the slate,
there by the steel,
there by the wood,
the life is missing,
yet somehow is felt.

A thought occurs,
as time flows,
these feelings stop.