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Reflected Light

Posted by jeresk on April 10, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

the aurora borealis

is green ghostly shadow soft

and swirling and just as pure pretty

through my dirty windshield

as you’d find on any february calendar picture.

the fat stars shine on and on

through the bluegreen ice hanging above gravity

above those mountain midnight silhouettes

off the glenn allen highway.

maybe the green rubbed off the pine needles.

maybe the blue smeared off

that afternoon’s sky that knocks off early up here

refusing to work overtime in winter.

our father has decided to be cremated and the brothers know

where to scatter the ashes in that happy place of killing

his moose and bear.

he chose to die up here

where he raised the six of us

his ghostly shadows of children who have children who have children.

so we take turns

coming home to beam at his kitchen table

at his stories at his jokes

and his biscuits and gravy

he says it’s good

to see our shining faces and

we know he can see in this darkness

a while longer.

he’s busy

planning his spring fishing trip

arranging his lines and lures.

he’s worried

about his lilacs and lilies

if the cold doesn’t break soon

enough to warm the ground

that needs desperate digging.

but calm clear.

there will be spring.

and he shakes the human dust of him

the green of him the blue

over us his red aurora

and we oblige and

shine.

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