Scattering Ashes
Looking out living room windowsacred Datura’s winter branchesdrape clumsy on each other,their brown tangle seeps in grey airnear the pile of rocks too heavy to move—misshapen eggs, dropped unbrokenfrom an unseen giant in the sky.Three months now in my bisected life. I scattered your heavy white—North Rim sunset, kiva at Lost City Museum.For five days ...
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