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    Thoughts and edits

    Post  dennis20 on Mon Mar 04, 2013 5:20 pm

    Two Years
    After You Committed Suicide




    Your rooted family came
    together and planted a river birch

    down the lane by my mailbox—a
    weeping monument.



    When the wind
    blows, branches tremble like time ticking.

    Dimness must have set in for
    brothers and sisters, but

    when they reappear, they are
    greeted by a kerchief



    blazing like a
    red sun hanging on a barren branch.


    We don’t flinch,


    but can’t outrun the years with you:


    we unreel long-gone hippie days,
    your hearty laugh, how you’d drink sunlight,
    and we remember the way you could ripple
    a conversation.



     


    In shock,


    we recall the long night of weeping


    after you’d filled yourself with bullets—
    first, from a medicine bottle and then,
    from an innocent gun. We aren’t
    strangers



    to storms, but
    now,



    some carry a
    fear for a child



    that may one
    day startle us by leaving,



    shriveling
    everything.

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