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SeaweedOur daughter is one and a half, you have been dead eleven daysI got on the boat and came to the place where the three of us were going to build our house if you had lived You died though, so I came here alone with our baby and the dust of your bones I can't remember, were you into Canada geese? Is it significant, these hundreds on the beach? Or were they just hungry for mid-migration seaweed? What about foxgloves? Is that a flower you liked? I can't remember, you did most of my remembering for me And now I stand untethered in a field full of wild foxgloves Wondering if you're there, or if a flower means anything And what could anything mean in this crushing absurdity? I brought a chair from home, I'm leaving it on the hill Facing west and north, and I poured out your ashes on it I guess so you can watch the sunset But the truth is I don't think of that dust as you You are the sunset |