On a page heavy

“I lead her, a / child waking up / from a nightmare, / dazed by light”

Lyn Lifshin, poet

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Where have you been all my life, Lyn Lifshin

Why don’t I remember reading your poetry

until today

I must have missed the invitation

to your dying

‘The Sun’ published a tribute this month

nine poems of yours they published

over the years

Little pieces that shimmer on a page heavy

like platinum or gold

I sat sipping coffee by the window

looking out on green trees

you sipped wine

Every time you shared a poem, you took something off

laid it aside

A finger ring, a scarf, a sandal, a sock in need of darning

even the pearl necklace from his parents

you wore naked to bed

I didn’t feel a need to talk or console you

I just wanted you to read another poem

7-25-20