among unacquantainces

whose simple self-absorption
seals the air around my grief
like wax; one warm
smile, innocent as a match,
and even tomorrow
they’ll need to explain
the stains the color
of my sorrow.


we say snow

falls, dust and water quickened
by a gasp of winter–
falls to earth
to render its flesh
into dust and water, deadened
by nothing
warmer than a fading

I had forgotten

to feel sad today
until now, when a slight
kindness from a stranger
transformed my heart again
into a small flower
secure in the garden
of your loving regard,
just as when you were alive,
when I didn’t need
to remember.