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| Black-throated Blue Warbler, Marshall Park, Dane Co, WI May2023 |
May, the month of hope and great anticipation
Rushing in like heroin filling my veins
or so it once was...
the highs of mid-month
were supplanted
were supplanted
by insult, abuse, and Death...
Birding among the masses
transformed beauty
into a malignancy
the less-than-zero
Came barreling at me with its cancer
And when I turned to the 19th,
May brought more Death
crashing in on my dear Siobhan.
With Dee already gone
then there was one,
the Monkey in the middle
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I was looking toward June
for our reunion
which never arrived
because Cancer got there first
But it did not steal
My one last truth
because Siobhan
with her soft lips
understood she was my dear love
And in the shadow of Cancer were cautionary tales of
places I never need to go again.
Alter focus.
Grieve for my fragmented collective memory
Redirect.
Join the butterflies dancing on the wing,
nectaring upon the spring ephemerals.
The orchid, Calypso, beckons me to play hide and seek
In and among her petioles
to find the cover and solace I seek
and to never encounter the monster again
