Bruce Guenter CC
Against the plot of memories I press
my palms — attempt to sculpt a future from
your silent stone. If you can hear my voice,
how do I sound? Am I as much a ghost
as you, shrouded in snow, here yet not here,
body, yet ash, yet sky — soft winter crows
crossing me? What can I say with words I
cannot proclaim with hands on grounds of loss?
How quiet is the requiem of touch
when you are earth and I am only love.
Nora Pasco is a 38 year old poet currently working as a hospital nurse tech and completing her degree in Human Services. She has previously been published in Freshwater and has a forthcoming publication in the online journal Pink Plastic House.
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