Stephanie Lynn Keil
Funeral for April and May
Oh spring — this is not a question,
you have not crucified anyone,
but how are the skeletons to understand
death's time instructions?
I hear the petals singing,
music for the ordinary,
flowers believing they are accomplished,
even at a funeral for two.
How can I be ordinary?
A woman can't be lonely,
emptiness can wait.
Oh rush in Silence,
I am tired of beautiful.
November is far — something discouraging.
Stephanie Lynn Keil lives in Summerville, South Carolina. contact
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