Buffalo Grove

Standard

my brother died on his fifty and a half birthday
exactly

the very green grass
of an early Chicago June
ringing his house

there was rain
of course there was rain
not heavy and brutal
soft and lovely
brushing shoots and buds

while we wailed
the clouds wept
quietly

August 2012
© Julie Ayers

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