Fresh lilacs at our wedding,
they'd been planted by my grandmother.
As though invoking the dead might
resuscitate what was already dying
in us, taken by cancer. Who would believe
what we saw, the next weekend:
two scorpions on our backyard picnic table.
I scraped them into a jar.
You suggested they'd been left by a guest.
I prayed to a God of signs and wonders,
watched the tails poise and swing
through the water-specked glass.
3 comments:
just wondering, andie:
I wonder if 'a cancer' might solidify the meaning more quickly;
'You suggested ..//perhaps followed by a 'but I..' what did 'I' think, really, since I was apparently already aware of this cancer, a foreboding of unhappy things
The image of the scorpions in the glass in the last 2 lines is quite striking.
disturbing. wow.
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