Omega Means Starr

(Fayetteville, Arkansas, USA)

Grief

There she not lies under the lilacs as once she lay
In sun-dazed afternoons of his loins sweet sowing,
And in evening fragrance of his dilly-my-darling days,
Counting his days by summer rains
And nights by moments love has lain,
Each, as God said, in joy a thousand,
In grief, a petal dropped in the dust.
She lies now on a wind-swept hill,
Land-locked, riveted down with stone

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