Loss and Blossom
By Jeanne Julian
Everything liquid and solid
simultaneously, thick trunks
and twigs encased
in dripping ice, and between us
and everything, fog
on the way to the funeral
home. She was dead young.
Her father wished out loud
to see her future,
which never was.
Why is this now
never enough?
Humbled by hints of ebb,
coax permanence from
summer's temporary embrace,
let an imagined hammock hold
you warm under magnanimous
sky, and dreaming of daisies, deny
encroaching marmalade-hued mums.
Murmur over and over to the ominous
dark crickets crouched under cobwebs
that cling to the flowerpots,
"The cosmos blossoms
by the rotting stump."
Source: http://www.amazon.com/Blossom-Loss-Jeanne-Julian/dp/0986214213
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