Tuesday, September 8, 2015


A downy woodpecker taps, tap tap

A hummingbird, " did you see it," he asked,  
whirring barely missing 

Sixty years, seventy seven sudden
stroke, anyuerisum
A monarch hits the window.

nine months, five years, 
Eighty eight your mother was, 
diminishing health, 
years passed
how long could breathe sustain her body? 

The front yard shading chestnut dies slowly, leaves curling

How long could you live with the grief of slow death? 

One year, gregorian named, a choir practise
"Your Mother Died," shouted words whispered.

How else could I have told you?

gkn sept.2015

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