April Elegy

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

Snow in the branches
The sun with hands
Ready to be born

Always what happens
Is more than we can carry

As a child I harvested
Black currants with shears
Now I see them again
Scissors, cold among wet leaves

Someone has to sing so I do
Beside the hole, my father’s grave

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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