Thursday, June 19, 2025

On The Death My Uncle



A figure squat and dark

You melted hearts with  your smile

Childlike and sad

You said goodbye to your parents.


Now, your children 

In the "solemnest of industries”
Grieve and disbelieve

Struggling to accept your mysterious disappearance.


Within them, they will carry you

While she broods

Trying to reconcile

Years of frying peppers and watching pigeons

With the promise of loneliness


The birds oblivious

Roost, take flight, encircle their sanctuary

With no tears to disturb their iridescent coats

They return to peck in blessed ignorance 

About the yard


Where once in crimson and lime

The roses of our youth grew the summer long

Worm and thorn hide from our eye


And frost on the way

                                        1980








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