The Absence.


the heart steamrolls to command

bulldozing breath……..

““““““`

I remember my fingers

after mom’s death

grasping at

her absence

as it sliced through the air

on the blade of an aura

~~~~~~~

seventeen years,

two thousand one hundred five miles,

and one, deft digit hence

with a lone, silent signal

I pour my presence

into the palm of his hand

““““““

the universe sighs wisely

but bends only a little

. . . . . . .

out on the mesa

corralled by purple pueblos

and winking valium crumb pots

who witness

his spirit

he tears open his heart

desperate

to let one breath

escape

.

**********

.

© Ruth Ann Scanzillo

2012

all rights reserved. Thank you.

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