Friday, November 28, 2008


Next year’s calendar came today
From the museum shop,
Impressionist landscapes,
Colors not just right,
Still, a gesture of hope.
I fill in dates carried forward
From the past.

Each day I drive by the memorial park,
Ordered rows of artificial plants.
We refuse to make plans,
A gesture of defiance.
Still, it crosses your mind.
Those flowers will not return to dust.

November 2008

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