Widower's Weeds
when
she
left no
kin reached out
to her first husband
to bid me bear my widow's weeds
she sighed through the blizzard's bellow on my dark night drive
great trucks crunched past my bubble's crawl in a present i sensed lost to her – snow and her rage
fell as one - when street lights slowed google shared her death date to flow my mind back fifty years
we joined my college chapel christ's stained glass stare into
time from the garden we three felt
the flick of love's flame
let the dead
bury
their
dead
