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Under the wings of Canada Geese,

Rushed time:


Moments we wept

In our loss,

Wept in our fear,

Abandoned each other.


I stood alone,

Amid an ocean of dry leaves,

As the sky flew by in freedom,

And helplessness.



How can I forget

That great yellow butterfly,

As big as a barn swallow?


It hovered around you,

Like a message

You wouldn’t hear.


Finally, it landed on your bare shoulder,

As you stopped work,

Leaned against your shovel,


Encircled of frail spirit,

And our children,

Chasing, laughing around you.


While I, woman in flight,

Watched silently from the back door,

Knowing I was letting you go.