It Was An Unattended Death
Poem by Francis Santaquilani
It was an unattended death.
The universe looked the other way
In respect for her resolve.
The softball games have been canceled
And we have the weekend to speculate
On what we couldn't spectate:
How her hair finally tossed,
The rales that went unheard,
How her toes curled, how
Her shadow cast as she hung,
How her lockermate's gasp
Unraveled the thick knot
Of silence and sent
Her secret uncoiling wildly.
It's raining on her home field
And here too, in the road city,
Where she would've played.
Not enough to cancel a softball game,
Just an appropriate amount.
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