Jahrzeit

When you left
I offered you (words):
a broken oar,
a too-short piece
of twine

Now, you have returned
them, unused, tied
to feathers in
a small, wooden ark --
a single, golden "Tav" carved in the lid.

My simple contraptions
so plain next to your gift
I cannot imagine how to put
those childlike puzzles together again.






3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! That's all. Just wow! Thank you for sharing this.

Ahna

shelbyz said...

Beautiful.

Anonymous said...

lovely

 
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