Hidden in her casement,
deceptively passive,
as the sum
of her existence
is dissolved, unwatched,
and wrought anew.
Bitter-blooded
tenderness,
finespun and fiercely held,
may, perhaps,
move the tide
and change the course of rivers.
Emergent,
testing,
powered by sun
and countless, colorful waystations
ablaze with asters,
she stretches her wings
and flies her world
home.
– Written after the death of my sister, Linda, who left this world in the early hours of May 3, 2020.
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