[lit-ideas] And then my Ginger died

From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
To: "Lit-Ideas " <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2012 20:29:45 -0800

            Maybe if we haven't degenerated as

            H. G. Wells foretold, we might build

            Ships or worlds to escape the collision

            With Andromeda, and maybe Susan

            Won't actually die though she can only

            Be on her feet for short periods of time

            Which casts a sufficient pall, 

 

            But reduced as it is to prose

            As it invariably is and that

            Not quite what I meant . . ..  

Sure we can talk in prose.

            Most of us do, but when something 

            I wrote quite right is stripped 

            Like a triptych of its illumination,

 

            I may lean forward and look out

            My study window to where Ginger 

            Used to spend her time, a little time

            As it happens, nine years and five

            Months.  Sage and Duffy search about,

            Wanting to turn her into prose, 

            But she will never be again.

[lit-ideas] And then my Ginger died

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