Julie S. Cederberg
.
.
Frida
.
I wander
on paths
which were once yours.
Dusty,
trash strewn,
gum encrusted concrete streets.
Folkloric,
primary hued litter
bent
Daliesque
on walkways.
Murals,
Cubistic,
cacophonous homages to Diego.
Your love,
your small elephant.
Today,
I happened upon a scene
not unlike that
which caused you so much pain.
A bus,
an aid car,
Sirens.
A tribute to the horror
you experienced.
Copyright 1998, Julie S. Cederberg
Julie S. Cederberg resides in
Seattle, Washington. Her first published poem, "Flame," appeared
in Day Old Love, a zine published in Spring, 1998. Although
a Ballard resident, she customarily resists lutefisk.
