Issue Sixteen - April 2010

Blessing the End

By Ande Finley

Sweet dark graces me with grief 
to mark the bits slipping into strange hands – 
the champagne shades, the old chipped dresser,
the table with the children’s scars.
In the night, I walk the house 
with its gaping windows and rooms filling 
with boxes and bags, cases labeled
with history and the tiny details 
woven into so many lives.

Help me memorize 
the flicker of ash leaves 
on the white wall that has lost its form, 
the ash we planted 
that long ago spring, blooming now 
in the last spring that it will be our ash, our wall, our stories
embedded in its plaster no matter what color it becomes.

The empty house morphs into a shell
of clean cold beige – 
erase the hole where you put 
your hand through and 
the step where everyone tripped,
pull up the ugly carpet
in the secret places where we loved,
uproot the old apple tree,
sand out the nicks and gashes of a family
that slammed doors and cried 
and celebrated and
let me gather all my ghosts
to dance me out the door.

Copyright Ande Finley 2010

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