Curtain Call

Curtain Call

Buckets of lobster shells
empty into a half-dozen
50-gallon drums
distributed among tables
scattered across the familial lawn.

A momentary dragonfly 
hovered over the mourners’ heads,
lingering only long enough
so that half of those who witnessed it
mistook it for a hummingbird
while everyone else, awestruck,
mistook it for a monarch butterfly,
the recently departed’s favorite.

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dVerse Poets
Open Link Night
~ OLN #297 ~
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14 thoughts on “Curtain Call

  1. The auditory contrast struck me as I was reading this – the clatter the lobster shells must have made and the silence of the dragonfly. So sensitively observed.

  2. Imagining our lost loved ones having the freedom of flight is comforting. I feel the spirit of my stepson when cardinals appear in my yard.

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