Two poems

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+type: post
+date: 2022-05-31
+title: To Dwale
+categories:
+- Poem
+tags:
+- Death
+- Grief
+---
+
+<div class="verse">
+Beneath that evening’s breeze the sickly sweet  
+and brazen scent of countless flowrs  
+awoke inside of you a darkened sleep  
+Of dreams dug deeper than the soil.  
+Oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent!  
+What hope have we who wait in life,  
+who sit and pray and watch for your next breath?  
+Our hope can only reach for ends —  
+To wit, to see you wake and meet a mind  
+Too keen to weed a garden clean —  
+For we exhaled when you breathed in that breeze  
+and flowers wreathe your sleeping form.
+
+Now I have told the bees about your death.
+And wept upon the stoop of their fine house.
+I’ve watered grass with wand’ring stories of
+Your joys and miseries. They spilled from home;
+They stood me right and made me eat your name 
+Then bade me lift my eyes to stars of you.
+</div>