Rain
to fall upon her grave,
then the others came
and soon I was forgotten.
A puddle formed;
birds bathed and drank;
I rose upon a feather,
rolled off to seek
the stone again.
No farewell did I suffice,
or grief to end
for those who stopped
to read her name.
They asked for sun,
I gave them pain,
while beneath the stone
she listened.
They asked for sun,
a prayer in vain,
from those who sought
her blessing.
By silence deafened,
they turned away.
She thanked me then
amid a dream
of hollow footsteps.
July 2, 2006
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