A Lament

Recently, someone asked if I would post some of my own poetry on this blog. I offer the following poem to that someone, as well as “To you strangers…” as Dylan Thomas addressed his readers in his Author’s Prologue. Though, above all, I offer these meager words to Didi, whose absence is marked each month, thereby, keeping her present throughout the year.

Amethyst

In this short month
of your birth

we recount your life,
which, to you, seemed longer

than it was.
Just as February, with its full moon

and empty woods,
to us, seems longer than it is.

Contrary to March, April, and May
that hop, skip, and jump

like children in its wake,
its only bloom is the gem

still on the bone of your finger.

–Andy

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