April Grief Poem – for my friends
Heart too full
of death and dying
the hyacinths on Lexington
offend my breath
the blunt rush of bodies and
mangled metal traffic jams but
new spring skies are blue blue blue
bright daffodils in blinding bloom
cloud wisps slip by the sun
a lover trailing her silk scarf
across a seductive sky
but my friends, my friends
while others shed their winter coats
my poor friends peel their skin
and in their hungry April grief
their bones bleach in the sun.
***thrilled this poem was published online in the Eunoia Review in Jan 2020***