I
I was two
on the tv
under the
east facing
window
was what seemed
to be a parade.
Mother was sobbing
the scent
of a November
kitchen.
II
The morning after a storm
you see a feather in your path
pass it by
then go back for it.
This is what you are allowed
to do with grief
the only decision you can make.
This is your only permission.
III
If there is a living room
in your heart
then there is a window
in your lung
and a door in your throat
and your fingers
are flowers that
you picked
with your mouth
and the petals hang like paintings
in the mind of your heart
as the door swings open
as the door swings shut.
