What We See Again Comes to Us in Secret
        After W.S. Merwin

and the language for that
a tongue we didn't know
we speak until we too stand
at the rim       of life leaving
life       death now
not a vision       but its own
syntax and diction

The secrets we keep
when we slough our tired
bodies       step into our shadows
sink in the loam of last vision
when our mothers appear
at the border between there

and here       and no need to wave
when what we hear in our dreams
we discover       in our hands
an edge of lace

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