Friday, August 17, 2012

salting the hibiscus

you died on me
like Rachel on the path to Efrat
though I plantedfedwateredweeded
though my blood watered your soil

you died on me
abandoning the torments
I alone will stare out of
glass stained blue with sorrow

as I walk your gravesite I
sprinkle salt then I pour
I pour salt so that I may never plant
never forget

how I loved you
how I grieved
my grief is your
life eternal