Burned Frost
Edna, wake up.
How can you doze all the time?
I know.
We are our own pair.
But these are the times we die for!
Look, the frost
Is still in the shadows!
And the brown grass
Is glistening in the sunshine.
The steam can be seen,
Edna, the steam wisps into the ether!
Just look down our row.
My god, Edna, we don’t see beauty like this
Every day.
Crystalline white frost
In each shadow
Cast by the evenly spaced rocks.
As the years tick by Edna,
You have to become contemplative.
Enjoy these little nuggets of beauty
Among the mundane passage of days.
I know you miss him
And your children, too.
But you have to face facts
You are moving in different directions.
Edna.
Edna!
Stop crying!
This is too glorious a moment.
Would you look at that?
Yes, Edna.
Yes, he might.
No its three more days to Saturday.
No I don’t know for sure if he’ll come.
That’s been his pattern.
Though I don’t know how long he’ll do it.
I was never one for visiting graves
When I was up there.
He loved you, yes.
But that’s the problem, hun:
Loved, as in past tense.
You gotta pay attention more
To the little miracles
On this side of the grave.
albi,
Copyright, 2003