Tribute To Carolyn

she had a gift, a gleam her poetry that scanned like autobiography measured verses that re-made her life reborn in experiences with a fuchsia sheen a lamp that sometimes shifted in its blue light sometimes to quilted hues her day to day hopes of recovery when survival was everything a wish, communal, that everything would turn out alright but something cellular, inside, worked against her sometimes death evades comprehension we can't interrogate it but the camera swings away till it finds her words that are a testimony of someone shimmering a poet who flourished in our world because of what we all share a life that's not small it lingers in words that matter, that stand and bring you to a standstill s t i I l