Arrivals and Departures

Even with her daughter dead
the cottonwoods in the ravine
left a downy shroud on the windows
while we sat in chairs and fingered fabrics
for families yet unscathed.

Even with her daughter dead
she appeared on my door
with a double tall latte
while the ferry in the harbor moaned
arrivals and departures
as if silent cancer cells multiplying
weren’t enough.

Even with her daughter dead
the tormented squall sailed toward shore
while birds sang without remorse
and thick spring rain
torrent tearing up the street
brought hope on a stem
in the name of trillium and iris.

 

 

First published in Cirque, A Literary Journal for the North Pacific Rim – Vol. 4,  No. 1 Winter Solstice 2012

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