Monday, July 21, 2014

Elegy (Meghan)


for words.
Leapfrogs after rain,
tension in their springy legs
make me remember, but
it’s not the same.

Summer is a sweaty time.
My face forgets to second guess
its closeness.  I want to speak
crime into you.
I want to run.

The last time was different.
I believe in resurrection.
In reincarnation, they are redwood bark,
alive to feel the smear of my ashes,
the knife cut of his name.

He crafts the sound of my sighs
without scissors and glue.
It’s the elegance
of silence, this black crepe dress,
my head bowed at the headstone.
We look up.

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