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There are times that
walk from you
like some
passing afternoon
Summer warmed the
open window
of her
honeymoon
And she
chose a yard to
burn, but the
ground remembers
her
Wooden spoons, her
children stir her
bougainvillea blooms
There are
things that drift
away like our
endless, numbered
days
Autumn blew the
quilt right off the
perfect bed she
made
And she's
chosen to
believe in the
hymns her mother
sings
Sunday pulls its
children from their
piles of fallen
leaves
There are
sailing ships that
pass all our
bodies in the
grass
Springtime calls her
children 'till she
lets them go at
last
And she's
chosen where to
be, though she's
lost her wedding
ring
Somewhere near her
misplaced jar of
bougainvillea seeds
There are
things we can't
recall, blind as
night that finds us
all
Winter tucks her
children in, her
fragile china
dolls
But my
hands remember
hers, rolling
'round the shaded
ferns
Naked arms, her
secrets still like
songs I'd never
learned
There are
names across the
sea, only
now I do
believe
Sometimes with the
windows closed, she'll
sit and think of
me
But she'll
mend his tattered
clothes, and they'll
kiss as if they
know
A baby sleeps in
all our bones, so
scared to be
alone