Sunday, March 07, 2021

anniversary


Twelve months in--hopeful 
and messy with tenderness
a windy, wingless sky and I

my mother and another ask
if I mean to be alone in snow
as time ripens, holding me in

a clamoring for brightness, yet 
as I add in days by the handful
they grow distant, dimming in  

history: years, people, places...
it has been such a long journey 
surely, it wasn't all just to die?

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