On the Shelf I did not – could not – weepFor years my tears driedYet on the plane outI wept convulsively The flight attendant thought meSad to be leavingShe saw it all the time It was relief that flood I never thought I’d I’d get read more

Our Separate Ways To Isabel Cecily Dowling We cast lots for you todayWe let the scrabble letters decidewho should treasure the bits and piecesslowly gathered to make your lodgings Less bare We all wanted the ring:A lifelong closeness to younever lost, forgotten, or surrendered,(though you read more