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by Leslie Cairns |
Find me the most where five unforgettable pieces
fall.
One is a wedding: cocoa,
thistle, wind-blown wildflowers.
The party is going, and
instead I'm
running to the tallest tree
to remember the cabin,
both arms behind my back
in a diamond-shape as I shed
tears for the places that
inevitably get left
behind.
Two, a feeding tube put in
upside down and wrong.
The only traces now are three
man-made freckles: tawny brown, left wrist only, and now
Turn towards grandmother's
funeral in early spring,
where there's a white fold up
chair, sitting naked.
Guests hurry to wait–
for I didn't make it there,
empty spaces
where goodbyes should
stand, sit, be.
Five is my only calm reverie
of you, arms moving,
teaching me to husk
pock-mocked corn on the newly painted
green back porch.
Twist your arms like mine,
you softly spoke.
Your words, twine,
like resting, laurels, ivy.
You softly spoke.
Your words only found in
numbering days before yellow school buses;
Your words are summertime.
Reminding me that your neck
is where I want to place my
tossed
around, storm-clouded brain,
if only for a
moment.
Beautiful ♥️ Proud of you, Leslie!!
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