bronze lady beneath oak tree

This young lady has been laying in my house for years.
I have walked past her countless times and rarely looked
her way. Then one day, as if calling out to me, I looked and
there she was, burnished bronze. I wondered…what would
she look like beneath an old oak tree? I wondered and so…

I’m trying to figure out what exactly it is I write…I suppose I
consider myself more of a storyteller than a poet (if that
matters). However it is classified, here is another short
story…a figment of my imagination. Hope you enjoy.
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the bronze lady
.
she was bronze
faceless
looking this way or perhaps that
undefined
and yet i saw her, quiet…even silent
hiding beneath her wide brimmed hat
stretched on a blanket
.
was she a shadow?
a memory?
a dream?
a wish?
was she once part of a monumental bronze statue?
did she adorn a portion of an ancient greek courtyard?
or was she melted from an axe head…
or a weapon of war?
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she is beautiful
was she formed as a model struck a pose?
have i known her…
in the flesh before she became bronze?
perhaps now i will appreciate her
perhaps once i loved her
in her silence she waits
hiding beneath her wide brimmed hat
stretched on a blanket
.
in her silence
i wonder
so many questions swirl around this silent lady
no answers
only bronze
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photo & text: tolbert