grandma redux

and so you’ve gone

over there to pastures
irish green
the sweet scent of clover
crowning your hair

your frame upheld in
clouds of pearl white

the smooth out-flowing
of sweet harp music
greets your ever-giving
heart

you’ve gone
i’ll try to keep this
void inside me
from swelling out of my
veins

i can’t succeed
but i’ll try

11/16/80

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