Mirror
–on my mother’s birthday
Under cover of light the moon disappears.
Goes just like that, following my mother;
travelling not by casket, but instead
by memory and dream, –alike
as death and birth– so alike
there’s just this mirror between them.
Da’s Marker
–just before my father’s birthday
In a cemetery overlooking what used to be a lake
my father’s stone’s a tiny dot in space
smaller’n a muon, darker’n black hole,
more final than his fall from grace,
marking what the earth has swallowed,
naming who can’t be replaced.
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Jim Culleny; 12/8/2005 &
1/9/2006 respectively
Jim Culleny; December 8, 2005
& January 9, 2006, respectively
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