When you pass by,
you will sigh a small “hi.”
and
(of course),
I may not be near–
enough to respond
and
(of course),
I may not hear–
enough to yawn
Yet
(of course),
I may not fear–
For your smile can make all the difference.
So perhaps I’ll reply–
If you’re courageous enough to try
Can it be nothing more than new life?
Bounding through marshes
And clover
And buttercup
And moss
And underneath that moss
Death
Will we ever stop
Forming gaps for young children to fall through,
Teetering on the edge– –swinging their legs.
My grandmother's body slowly shifts into the rock, weaving into the dead texture. Eyes faded and grey, seeing more than I will ever know, and yet nothing at all.
Comments
I love the (of course), and the way you incorporated them into your poem. They add such an amazing effect!
Yes! It is so interesting how you go from (of course) as a very certain statement to “I may”. It makes it seem like it is unsure. This antithesis really makes you think!
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