Wednesday, April 30, 2014

AN ENDING—

And—just before 
she left, Old April 
turned, welled-

up 
a little, 
bit and said—oh blessed!

be these kind 
and low 
and scrawny brown pine branches;

and ever
may they grow still 
taller, healthy and well-
appointed kelly here without me!—before 

anointing them
each 
so delicately— 
with the very last drops of her

own personal 
oracular treasure- 

trove of
leftover rainwater.

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