Sunday, March 4, 2012

Karen Audioun Klingman

Do you remember?

late fall
sometime before your 4th birthday
sun low in the sky
hanging there

just hanging on
as if deciding whether
or not to settle
into bruised sunset

did you smell
scarlet smoke of dried leaves
burning from a basket-like urn
into afternoon light

did you see
me looking out from
the kitchen window
through the pussy willow tree

at you, barely holding
Zip against your chest
your winter coat open on such
a warm autumn day

did you feel
his body wiggle
fur slip through
your grasp

did you hear
the pain
a whimper
before the quiet

that lasted decades

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