life and living

nature

concrete poetry

 

 

AUBURN

Her hair was the colour of poured tea
in the glass cups our parents sipped
from, those days after the war
when we were all young, long ago,

in the glass cups our parents sipped
at in the golden glow of morning,
when we were all young, long ago.
I think of my sister in the train

in the golden glow of morning
from my home, far away.
I think of my sister in the train,
alone on her journey to the city.

From my home, far away,
I see her staring through train windows,
alone on her journey to the city.
The poison will drip through narrow tubes.

I see her staring through train windows,
on her way to the hospital for cancer.
The poison will drip through narrow tubes.
I see her hair is almost silver:

on her way to the hospital for cancer
from those days after the war.
I see her hair is almost silver.
Her hair was the colour of poured tea.

 Lynette M. Arden

 

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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