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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Dear Kathleen


                                   It is fitting after a fitful
                                   few hours
                                   to wake to a crow’s caw
                                   through a slightly open window.

                                   Wet snow muffles everything else.

                                   Goose down keeps me
                                   but cold air
                                   heedless and unknowing greets my exposed foot.
                                   The tang of warm
                                   grapey alcohol—
                                   undrunk wineglass on the nightstand—
                                   you, an odd comfort.

                                   Everything I see
                                   I haven’t seen
                                   since I heard you died.
                                   I’m so sorry.
                                           
                                   Now you know too.
                                                            --lgw

5 comments:

Anything Fits a Naked Man said...

What a beautiful tribute. I'm so sorry about your friend. It reminds me how precious is each day, and how we must cherish each and every moment we are given on this earth. It's so cliche', but so true, no?

My prayers are with you and with the family of this poor woman. Hugs!!

Delana said...

I send you my thoughts as well. As much as death is a part of life, in so many ways it is inconceivable to those left behind. Je vous souhaitez bon courage.

Bossy Betty said...

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.

that's J-O-S-H said...

Great. So sorry.

Tracie said...

I am so sorry for your loss. That was a beautiful tribute.

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