In Memory Of
I don’t need today
To remember
There were no clouds that summer
Only a blue sun
Breaking the necks of dandelions and
Scaring the grass white.
I don’t need a bouquet
Of the 1,827 calendar leaves
The petals are dry but
The thorns are still fresh.
I don’t need a moment of silence
To hear
The lonely screams
Of a telephone
Unanswered.
- Heather Babcock, copyright 2016
To remember
There were no clouds that summer
Only a blue sun
Breaking the necks of dandelions and
Scaring the grass white.
I don’t need a bouquet
Of the 1,827 calendar leaves
The petals are dry but
The thorns are still fresh.
I don’t need a moment of silence
To hear
The lonely screams
Of a telephone
Unanswered.
- Heather Babcock, copyright 2016
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