Requiescat in pace
A cabbage moth flew to my window and away.
How many windows have I daydreamed out of?
Another friend died today. Yesterday
an ibis flew from the reeds at the lake
when the dogs and I walked by. The dogs hardly
raised their heads as I marvelled at its grace
in the heat of this Summer day. Alison died
in a regulated atmosphere without a relative
or friend by her side. Once I would have prayed;
now I eat less for lunch and watch my weight.
My children, adults but young, fly about
like birds themselves. I need a hide
to watch them from. Alison planned a trip
for her long service leave next year. Again
it shows us, don’t put it off. There are no
pockets in a shroud. A funeral, perhaps
a memorial service. Cemetery birds are all black
except at the entrance where butterflies flitter.
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Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Undercover of Lightness' http://walleahpress.com.au/recent-publications.html
'Shikibu Shuffle'
http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com.au/2012/03/new-from-aboveground-press-shikibu.html
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