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.
