I think they buried him in Colusa
Survivors at war
For the ones still standing:
I never liked you
But here in the grass you’re soft
Holding folded flags
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I want to say I spent every moment
celebrating with him.
The phone calls went on for hours,
talks on the edge of epiphanic.
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I wish I could imagine how he stood
on the other end of the line,
or how he spent his day.
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But I don’t know his middle name.
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He started and ended in a far place.
Every part of him, a revelation,
a house I didn’t know had been built
or renovated.
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What did I say to him last?
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Eleven years ages the carpet and blinds
and suddenly you’re surprised
that he collected mystery novels.
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The hummingbird on the gravesite
could have been a flower or a cross
and I would have still wondered
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how I missed so much.
About the Creator
Lisa Herdman
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
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Every funeral I have ever attended &/or presided over, I've learned so much I hadn't known. It always leaves me wishing I had known them better. And there's always more, no matter how long we've known them or how much we've heard. Plaintive words, filled with grief & longing. Beautifully written.