For Rosalyn

April 10, 1993

 

I.

First breath yawns

I imagine

Last struggle

 

Queen tall

and this:
I remember
this:

Book perfect girlwoman
pauses
to forget
youth's tricks

II.

I know this builder
this
joiner

trys
shapes
To God's shadows

I know this miner

carves
truth
caves

from Earth's
mantle
meat.

I know this love

felt
beside her

III.

I saw this love

flow
from her eyes:

to the pool
where

Her husbandchildren bathed.

For Rosalyn