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Water Burial |
I was dead
woman, floating in river's embrace.
Arm splayed, my eyes closed
to the harsh glare of surrounding
life. I felt the first falling
like a kiss on my cheek,
thought how appropriate for rain
to Christen my passage,
but the sensation lingered
longer than natural. I forced
my eyes open in time
to see the yellow petals of a true tragedy,
the wind's visceral tearing
of lone hibiscus bloom. I pulled
my body from the water,
allowed the pieces to pass, to flow,
unhindered into the sunset,
already running red with our blood.
copyright 2015
A J
Huffman |
