The Labyrinth

— Leslie Hoffman

A wave breaks
Sol’s ashes settle on white foam, above
a lone gull traces the shoreline

Turning away, a woman walks
toward the labyrinth
blaming tears on the wind

Each forward step
inside the spiral maze, recalls
dreams not manifested

Reaching center, she kneels
at modest offerings—smoky quartz
a half-burned bundle of sage

Surf spray prickles
as the sun dissolves

I retrace my steps into the future
Month of the reading: October
Poem title: The Labyrinth

 This poem appeared in MUSED Literary Review, Vol. 7, Issue 3, Fall 2013

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