After the fifth day of November
After the fifth day of November
note: partially inspired by Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese"
and for my mom
i want you to sit and stare at the glistening horizon.
i want you to hear the wallow of the gulls,
the weeping of waves as they hit the shore,
the quiet anguish of the setting sun.
i do not want you to tell me it will be okay—
i do not want you to think the world is mourning with us.
because it goes on—
the sun will wake and the earth will spin for another day.
i know this is not the world you wanted to leave me.
but we can listen to sinatra if it reminds you of home and i will plant daisies into the sand and water them until they can stand on their own.
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