I think this poem may be too tight to carry the message of this older woman and dog looking today and yesterday at the imposing peak that serves as a touchstone for each of us going to the mailboxes. HELP! D.
REQUEM
She stands in the street
near the mailboxes
looking far away, inward,
toward Mt Mc Laughlin
one hand full of junk mail
the other holding the leash
attached to a powder puff
spring gently caress her back
Once they saw a negligee
pink, draping the peak
as they leaned into spring
today she sees a graying shroud
a dying petal of their last bouquet
now she turns the pages of herself
feels the cooling of his smile
distant cooing of a single dove.
-Dewell H. Byrd
REQUEM
She stands in the street
near the mailboxes
looking far away, inward,
toward Mt Mc Laughlin
one hand full of junk mail
the other holding the leash
attached to a powder puff
spring gently caress her back
Once they saw a negligee
pink, draping the peak
as they leaned into spring
today she sees a graying shroud
a dying petal of their last bouquet
now she turns the pages of herself
feels the cooling of his smile
distant cooing of a single dove.
-Dewell H. Byrd