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I taught my little girls
Perspicacity and grounds.
The spirit world, I said
Will someday be outgrown.
Then came that great tense wave,
Spraying, heaving from his wall,
Sad, sad man who died alone...
Should I believe it? Yes?
Now that wave is on my wall.
A frozen act of peace.
From another sad, old man,
One’s love is deep, unplumbed.
A lizard on my curtain
That came to say goodbye
The day that Judy died.
Should I believe it? Yes?
The swarms of circling fish
That came to say goodbye,
Mirror on the water,
The day my brother died.
Now all my clocks have stopped.
I must measure shadows
Stretching, stirring over grass,
Time is precious, fleeting.
A burning bush, a sign?
I never asked for one.
They come now flagrantly,
Voices heaving from my heart.
Picture: Hokusai’s “The great wave”, copied from: http://www.google.co.ve/search?hl=es&q=The+great+wave&meta=
