GRIEF HAS A FUTURE
It is said (I've heard it said) that
grief has a future - with eyes you
can recognize, with a face that bears
resemblance (bears resemblance nightly
to a million things). I will write these notes,
and keep them (keep them here, by this
candlelit nook). She is crying again, and
all those raging teardrops roll down her face.
-
In the alcove and hallway, there is a little,
dim shining, a reflection of something old,
or something new in passing. Something
passes (something passes that way, away).
It seems to be a living thing, yet flickers,
fades, and then - it too - passes.
(It too passes away).
No comments:
Post a Comment