SUNRISE AFTER THE STORM

Rain streaked the steamy windows
the dawn my sister died.
A bee battered against the pane.

A turtle picked its way across the road.
We let it go in the cold brown swamp
and the sun rose yellow, old.
 

  • In memory of Susan Corley Miller
  • November 29, 1955-June 27, 1993

 

 

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