vermontpoem #36

I weep a little
this first night here
giving this place up
where I’ve been coming
summers for sixty years
the colorful poetry wall
in the bathroom blake
tolkien le guin tennyson
my own kids’ writings
the lake quiet out front
clouds shield a half moon
I’m surrounded by my
dead daughter her
creativity her presence
fills this place but even
this place she so loved
couldn’t save her and I
weep a little for all us
mortals who live to give up

This article appears in Jul 17-23, 2014.