Mourning Celebrations
mourning celebrations:
Easter without hunts
or relative sounds,
anniversary knells,
birthday sans icing —
tears well.
you wipe them off the screen,
clean as you go,
wash hypochondriac hands.
green sleeves
on the old oak awakes,
surely timed by mistake —
no one to dance underneath.
Autumnal leaves
ought to be
trickling down Ichabod’s arms
decomposing.
3/23/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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