Visions
She knew little of astrology
yet she could translate the stars.
When she left this world
I was far away, but on that night
she pointed out
a few distant glimmers.
“Look!" She cried,
“see how that butterfly sips
the salt tears of a crocodile?”
I could not see it then,
but I do now.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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