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About This Poem
imbedded in memory
imbedded in memory
unknown
Suns crossing sky
just before silken slide
of evening's light into dusk
are like a string of moons
skimming an Alaskan winter-
during the year after her passing.
As the great glaring orbs
pull the tides far away
her spirit sings above
the green black waters
as the wind:
caressing, stroking, sometimes
knifing the ocean's surface.
The final day of grief,
gulls' cries echo into
sky, as the sun sinks-
giving birth to a violet
tinged, pinpricked sky,
cracked in the corner with
a sliver of moon- a sky that drapes
over a fluttering heart,
his courage flickering like a candle flame:
the color of dark embraces and the wind
stirs the long grasses touching his bare
black legs as he runs from the dunes
to the sea, a mirror reflecting the white sliver
of moonshine,
shattering with shards leaping to the shore
as he dives in for a night swim-
His is the only flesh
not imbedded in memory
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