Sunday, October 14, 2018

Cattails, October 2018

smoky wind . . .
snow geese where
the grain was

dementia . . .
all the memories
we wish she had

this prairie
cradles the bones
of my sister . . .
I sing her a song
about magpies and wind

the dark sky
above this mountain
a haven
for orphaned stars,
lost among neon lights

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