leaving
letters
lengthways
or photographs
to commemorate
an ancestor
you an obvious descendent
from a face
that could be yours and hers
superimposed
such is this reminder
so timely
so true
2
over years it builds
this sense
of loss
of something missing
difficult to know
what it is
where it rests
the body stores it
through hip
& groin
letting it go is painful
but then
so is keeping it
3
the building of a wall
compartmentalization
smashing it down
enlightenment/liberation
rebuilding in part
a commemoration
4
leave rose
rust rain crush
on delirious purple skin
& garden
with languid music
sweet
like smooth honey
5
full moon
like a bubble
bursting over the hill
into a misty sphere
edges smudged with cloud
that shifts slowly
leaving a sharp white disk
it travels as the sky clears
lighting pathways
where women walk
carrying instruments
music bags, light coats
night stays warm
music transcends it
heavenwards, moonwards
crescendo, decrescendo
mellow & strong
Friday 13th is sung in
6
I curl into that place
that wants to trust
that wants to believe
just as I get there
safe and sound
I’m shocked out of it
by the truth
letters
lengthways
or photographs
to commemorate
an ancestor
you an obvious descendent
from a face
that could be yours and hers
superimposed
such is this reminder
so timely
so true
2
over years it builds
this sense
of loss
of something missing
difficult to know
what it is
where it rests
the body stores it
through hip
& groin
letting it go is painful
but then
so is keeping it
3
the building of a wall
compartmentalization
smashing it down
enlightenment/liberation
rebuilding in part
a commemoration
4
leave rose
rust rain crush
on delirious purple skin
& garden
with languid music
sweet
like smooth honey
5
full moon
like a bubble
bursting over the hill
into a misty sphere
edges smudged with cloud
that shifts slowly
leaving a sharp white disk
it travels as the sky clears
lighting pathways
where women walk
carrying instruments
music bags, light coats
night stays warm
music transcends it
heavenwards, moonwards
crescendo, decrescendo
mellow & strong
Friday 13th is sung in
6
I curl into that place
that wants to trust
that wants to believe
just as I get there
safe and sound
I’m shocked out of it
by the truth
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