Because we cannot
Bear not to
Bear witness how
It lightens us,
Time after time.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
--for my cousin, the silent one
In the stifling
Heat of this, the longest
Day of the year,
While incessant cicadas
Fiddle fickle time away,
Just as your coffin is
Being lowered, to hear
From out of the shadows
Of wind-swept cypresses,
That one lone
Nightingale's uplifting
Air!