Cousin Jean
From my smartphone
fear rings
through
knock, rattle, hospital hospice sounds
We connect.
Tonight all I can think about is your voice, Jean.
The last call.
Vibrations continue
fading
ivory white and black keys
notes play out
on Dakota land
snow and deep deep holes
from roots dug out.
Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2020
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