Places we let go
It has a smell of musty leaves
A sound of crunching
Boats roaring
Waves crashing
It has my youth
Dirt hills and bikes
A sweaty run into a lake
A push to swim, all the way
Onto rocky shores
Islands with holes between roots of pines
A stinging catfish, a slippery silvery minnow
Cold winds against an exhausted canoe
It has songs of girlhood and her laughter
Teens and boxes of snacks
Now I don’t know how to say goodbye
But when you go please know I hold
Sacred remains