#248. death is the muse of life

April 30, 2010

i am the caretaker
of my father’s tears
my mother’s clay face
doused his fire
the grass grows long
over her ashes

oh death
the changes you bring
are hard to bear
but those same changes
are hope and beauty

the air is somehow
sweeter now

2 Responses to “#248. death is the muse of life”

  1. Evelyn said

    “the air is somehow
    sweeter now”
    mmmmm

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