06/02/1991
Your house was always
full of pills
and always immaculate
elan
Grandmother was a
manic nurse
and you had a yard
full of flowers, a
hothouse full of orchids
but your voice was
always soft and gentle,
though your hands
~~sustained~~ and heart restorer
And now I see you fade
mysterious before my eyes,
like the smoke from your
charcoal-patio barbecue,
and you ~~know~~ can outline
your body,
and let ~~when~~ you both happy & sad.
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