Tuesday, June 16, 2009
A SHOCK OF MEMORY
Origami
Paper boats neatly crumpled into a shock of memory
form the eddies where we drown a death wish
among debris scattered upon a mound of games
left awry when the rain came.
Glee undone, wry laughter muffling quiet cry,
we pray:
We shall not play boat today, child, the rain is harsh,
The night falling tucks away the gentle wind and dog stars.
We shall cup the melting sky in our hands,
We shall, behind the dogwood, let Him slip us by.
From Songs for My Children
A Theory of Echoes and Oter Poems, 2009
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