Monday, June 12, 2017

In the Land my Grandmother Left

In the land my grandmother left,
the June days are very long.
When the sun comes out it's heaven,
and the mourning doves sing
a different song,
inviting me to know
how it must have been.

I think of her wrenching step
as her foot left the land.

June 12 2016



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