Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Missive

Your letter was there

among other documents

in the safe box -- to be given

as the first rites on Mother's Day.

The script like the script

of your face - beautiful and perceptive.

Written ten years before your death,

you somehow knew

which words needed to fly

in the evening sun , the blue shimmer

of swallows circling round

the uncertain child.

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