Anatomy in Bloom cotton the central stone knocking once

the central stone knocking once against the edge of the saucer

Silver-plated heart pendant

but because that’s where it belongs

She knows this way

crafted in stainless steel that gleams with the silvered light of the moonlit sea

Anatomy in Bloom cotton the central stone knocking onceThe path is dry today, pale dust lifting around Elsbeths shoes as she crosses the cemetery with a few stems pinched between her fingers daisies, a sprig of blue, whatever was still standing along the path. She pauses at the gate only to push it wider with her hip, then continues on, unhurried. She kneels where the grass has grown uneven and reaches for the chain at her throat, lifting the small copper leg free from where it rests against her chest.