8.16.2013

Epitaph

Epitaph
For Larissa



the key sent forward
a little boat
disappearing into fog
in order to grow
we must shed certain assumptions

see—
behind the green leaves
that always face the light
behind the tombstone
and its long, narrow shadow
(which is a road)
the ashes of my old life
spin in silent eddies

the footprints are also mine
see—
from this spot
I dragged the bone boat
to water.
I have sickened of dying.


asha