Now beneath the aspen trees moonlight blends
the broomstraw and ailanthus, and the seasonal
wild roses spill their cups along the pathway
stones … What can I say? In my mother’s
house today, no one is dying. There is a bank
of swallows asleep in the eaves above her bedroom
window, and their sleeping makes a sound like
the movement of water, which is thinner than blood,
but which awakens still the sound of those
footfalls down the carpeted hallway toward her door.
Now above the aspen trees the clear stars drift
in the moonlight of the shining sky as if on
some long sigh they were carried away, and today
there is no one dying in my mother’s house.
After a Long Illness
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