cemetry stroll:
even the squirrels
have each other
+ + +
taken too soon
God's timing— certainly
not my own
+ + +
last casualty:
the smell of your hair
forgotten
even the squirrels
have each other
+ + +
taken too soon
God's timing— certainly
not my own
+ + +
last casualty:
the smell of your hair
forgotten
for m.
enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteKevin,
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your sadness with your readers. My condolences for your loss. Your "last casualty" is haunting and beautiful.
Judy
thanks for your kindness Kami. the loss i write of here occured nearly fourteen years ago, when still in high school. i haven't given it 'voice' until just now.
ReplyDeletekevin
I bury my face
ReplyDeletein the luxuriant coat
of your memory
very poignant. thanks for stopping by, catnap!
ReplyDeletekevin
thanks for your kind words. i certainly will return to read more of your prose, skee.
ReplyDeletekevin