Blue Lake
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BLUE LAKE
droplets rained into the blue lake of his face.
dust might fly from erasers, no—
they’re trapped in a purple jar.
even if released, they cannot capture
her personality traits.
dry bones can be pieced together
but without a blast of air to the nostrils
the soul lies in a heap.
death is an empty room
with no hope of a skeleton
to clatter dishes in the sink.
he goes on and on and on…
he wonders why
the cardinals and does still dance
at his birdfeeder,
as if happiness was just inches away.
he downs his martini
then another olive
is spent
thinking of a mere few months ago.
cosied up under a blanket
the light from the t.v.
in her eyes;
her photo and urn
watch him
observing t.v.
without her.
she cannot turn away,
cannot dry his tears—
both feel utterly
helpless
in the circumstance
of death.
8/8/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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