Lament
Into the snow fly wild geese
Over trees stripped bare of bark
And leaves—a feather slivers free.
The white crane, austere and silent
At water’s edge—does not budge
It stands—passive and intense.
Into the past, where I and you were we
Concealed interiors, glass and steel visibility
Impervious to ardor and rage—I plunge.
The snow descends, worlds blur
I will not let you go—and turn
Eastward—into a biting embrace.
His Hymn
He held her sagging head—until the drunken retching stopped
He’d held it before—when the tooth was pulled, the D&C, bad news received
He stroked the damp hair; quieted sobs, then
moved from their bed to the couch in the den,
to the studio miles away, then out of state.
He worked hard—married again, mourned thinning hair, loss of another wife
He grew distant from friends—especially those who reminded him
Restored cars and bought a sail boat,
performed magic…
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