not knowing what I would say.
“The apple blossom flakes like ash
covering the orchard wall.”
“The fish float belly up in the slow stream,
stepping stones to the dead.”
I said I did not know.
the heart was strangely open,
the moon had gone,
and it was then
when I said, “He is no longer here”
that the night put its arm around me
and all the white stars turned bitter with grief.