Monday, April 11, 2011

Bon Voyage

The day we buried grandma
the day of five funerals

a day when fun hid itself
behind the trees

with the bees

yes, that day of dark cloud,
mounds and rounds

of soft grey earth
I wanted to say to the lowering,

to the box in the ground
to the white lilies going down

Where Gran? Where to now?

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