Apr/May 2005 Poetry

The Loss

by Karen Bramblett

The Loss

I thought of you,
But only obliquely,
And would scream alone.
I saw you in every baby creature
And cried for two years.
Now I'm tired.

I don't know why
The laser split your world,
Dark and warm,

Or what I should learn

Only that loss is a waiting
For the sky to clear
In another world.


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