Album Poem by Kay Ryan

Album



Death has a life
of  its own. See
how its album
has grown in
a year and how
the sharp blot of it
has softened
till those could
almost be shadows
behind the
cherry blossoms
in this shot.
In fact you
couldn't prove
they're not.

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Kay Ryan

Kay Ryan

San Jose, California
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