The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Green Wool
Green Wool
by
Heather Prudence Davis
There are no live bodies with me tonight
who understand my yearly tribute ritual.
This may be the best year
for me, thus far away the seven years.
My sweater has made its way,
returned to me.
Carrying hints of wear abouts all
wrapped in warm sweet loving
forgiveness.
No longer longing to,
I see dead fish eyes.
They're everywhere, supporting me.
Gazing through and pulling towards.
I AM thankful to have an anchoar
in the endless SEE.
For I know our souls
will forever be
entwined.