1998

The year you died the rain fell frozen in weeping sheets
Breaking the boughs and the backs of the trees
All of us hunched over our aching hearts
It’s taken 20 years for the forest to regrow
And here we are
In another winter storm
Ice-burdened again
Yet patched as time will do
Ruined limbs amputated
Spines haltingly unfurled

 

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