They say the sky is on our side
greeting the pain uncomfortably.
I think the snow shoulders souls
snapping twigs and keepsakes
Into a flatter season of longing
springing and then re-learning.
Snowdrops by the handful are
already, guiltily offering hope
On our first view of this house
someone else's youth and life.
In a warm corner, like a flare
a picture of Gandhi and the
name "Michael Schwerner"
speak, then flower into trees.
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(Remembering the first time we looked at this house in the snow and found snowdrops and Michael Schwerner's posthumous Gandhi award from CORE sitting in the garage. Friend S has always said that--that's when the house spoke to us.)
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greeting the pain uncomfortably.
I think the snow shoulders souls
snapping twigs and keepsakes
Into a flatter season of longing
springing and then re-learning.
Snowdrops by the handful are
already, guiltily offering hope
On our first view of this house
someone else's youth and life.
In a warm corner, like a flare
a picture of Gandhi and the
name "Michael Schwerner"
speak, then flower into trees.
______________
(Remembering the first time we looked at this house in the snow and found snowdrops and Michael Schwerner's posthumous Gandhi award from CORE sitting in the garage. Friend S has always said that--that's when the house spoke to us.)
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