---Dying
in September did she
fly south
with the cranes
---their
cries carried far
telling as they flew
the roof-tops
---in v's
it was not over yet
did she wish me well
---the schism
between the beloved
and the living I
---step
into the night
wave at my departing
---love
it is the end I think
on wings
what better way to go
in the company of
---cranes
in September
a date we'll keep again
I'll know her by
those voices in the
---night



Published in Linnet's Wings Winter Issue, 2013