Friday, December 28, 2007

New Poem: Remembrance




Remembrance

The heart grows fonder.

*

Blueberry ice cream
and playing marbles.

*

Yes, Virgina,
we were all children
once.

*

Clapped hands
make a noise, but
one?

*

The heart grows
like a weed.

*

Ring around the roses,
pocket full of posies,
ashes, ashes,
we all fall down.

*

Falling and falling,
but never all the way
down.

*

The heart grows
fragile tendrils
seeking source.

*

Can it be
otherwise?

*

Hopscotch was never
just a game.

*

We drew chalk outlines
of our bodies
against the wall.

*

The heart grows cold,
silent, lost amid
the detritus of youth.

*

What have I become
that marbles
no longer matter?

*

And blueberry ice cream,
turning the crank
by hand.

*

The heart grows fonder.


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