Labor Day

Posted: September 12, 2010 in My Poetry

Vast starry night
wheels overhead,
spinning out seasons
like songs.

Big dipper
tipping and whirling,
spilling water
on the earth.

I drove with you
into autumn
a year ago,
this month.

This year,
your memory’s
still real enough
to hurt.

Next year,
you’ll fade
with summer.

Mind
will have joined
body,
by then,
in its
forgetfulness.

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Comments
  1. “This year,
    your memory’s
    still real enough
    to hurt.

    Next year,
    you’ll fade
    with summer.”

    this is so beautiful, poignant. even reading it transmits the pain.
    xx

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