Why do we love you? So easy:
You have many faces
And each one shines upon us.
The body was one thing we always had
in common, even when between us
a continent unfolded. Eric says,
"We scattered his ashes beneath the Japanese Maple
here behind the house." No ceremony,
as you wished, but this…
Not coop so much as aviary. The way
the youngest two are twins
despite their differences.
This memory of a blue dress
the tall man called a cool drink of water.
Comes to me in the dream of Odin's eye
resting in smooth silt at the bottom of the Well of Wisdom.
She was one of three sisters, her head thrown
back in laughter. It was hard to look for very long.
Are there still coyotes roaming those fields? A name floats
in—white eyelet, a dress. An armful of daisies…