Mary, : by Bonnie McClellan

Since you died,
……….I slip sideways through
……….the plastic flow of ice,
………………..resigned,
……….to the eventuality of burial.
The glacial blocks and till
……….of time,
………………..regained.
Not quietly like Proust with
……….tisane and madelines,
but open-mouthed,
into unanchored fear.

~ by bonniemcclellan on March 25, 2014.

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