Think of a cardinal
and I think of snow
the natural background
for that berry of a bird
on a card you gave me
once that you pasted
in a book so what
if it was summer
when we watched one
one last time
the leather on the
chair was cracked
it was auburn it was
orange it was afternoon
and memories are nothing
more than fabrications
built to furnish
emptying rooms
and there must be a statute
of limitation on grief
as to try and touch
them now leaves
my traces in the dust
a quick erasure
of a slow process
but a bird remembered
is never just a bird
the house is gone now
the estate sale held
and how else
could I carry it all
along except
by thinking wings
by thinking wings
of shocking red
to keep you in sight
against the bleak
erasures of winter
and of time.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I love it ! Its really well put out!
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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This is one of my absolute favorites on your blog. Poignant and *profoundly* honest. Thank you — so much — for sharing. ❤
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Thank you! It’s one I’ve been trying to write for going on years, and now it’s only starting to come out right
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a wonderfully tumbling descant
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