Monday, June 11, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Mother's Last Dance
for Del
You make it easy to suffer the loss
of importance in the world
show films of our true selves
as you dangle just out of reach.
When others come running, touched
faces disconsolate, the ice burst
settled in your skin,
I become the burnished sun
you rest against. Their breath
writes slow notes
in your periphery. They stand
bedside, hoping
to apprehend the music you are
dreaming; they cannot stand
you living in previous time.
You remain in the now
this very moment, close
to death: Its softness.
Its gentle kiss good night.
You make it easy to suffer the loss
of importance in the world
show films of our true selves
as you dangle just out of reach.
When others come running, touched
faces disconsolate, the ice burst
settled in your skin,
I become the burnished sun
you rest against. Their breath
writes slow notes
in your periphery. They stand
bedside, hoping
to apprehend the music you are
dreaming; they cannot stand
you living in previous time.
You remain in the now
this very moment, close
to death: Its softness.
Its gentle kiss good night.
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