That Evening
by Joan McNerney
After the operation
you delirious
my heart torn apart
wearing robes of despair
oh so heavy my desolation.
Walking through town
I pass train stations where
homeless children sleep
. . . wild flowers plucked
from gardens of grief.
You are conjured up in
my mind as trees draw
your face over tops of
trees blossoms of trees
your fabulous face.
My Michael, somehow we
must continue to live
in this mutilated world
but for today how lost
I am without you.