If Love Were a Bead
First
Index finger
tap, tap, tapping
on an urgent knee
over a swinging foot
oncology waiting room
Later
My brother, bald, in silhouette
against the setting sun
outside the window on 6-West
My father,
beside the wheelchair
holding his son's head erect
They stare
toward the horizon
Backlit in fiery orange
luminous
suspended in glowing gold cloud
each the wing of an insect
captured forever in a teardrop of amber
If love were a bead
I'd wear them always around my neck
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I found your site through Wilda's poetry blog...never guessing
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I've been worried about you,Red
I love your poetry
Oh! How wonderful to find you here!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poems posted, Susan!
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