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A Wake: Haiku

River skimmed with ice, white birch limbs swinging as birds launch toward blue sky Conifer fragrance as the wind blows, scattering. . . grave plots not yet sold Sun and partial clouds on her only child's grave flowers re-arranged Racket of the crows beyond cemetery pines . . . the casket's silence Snowfall on and off . . . no longer a clear footprint where the funeral was A dead willow branch balances on a live one . . .…
Rebecca Lilly
November 16, 2004