'...watching witless birds dawdle sun baubles on the lawn...' Photo: Kasia Nowak / flickr CC.
Words for Doris Pigeon
(A Quaker died aged ninety-two)
I’ve no idea, dear Doris, what love
required of you. Though your name
this morn was mentioned in Meeting.
Like a light, blown skyward.
The ash of a woman on her way.