Monday, November 7, 2011

Poem 8


Funeral Procession II

A field in Amherst, Massachusetts
The white lady passes as a shade
over the bursts of buttercup

We will paint murals of her, later
and let her Mona Lisa smile
double over lychen encrusted bricks

For now- we will whisper Susie's name
and hug the ghome's girlhood
after the carriage kindly stopped