The Sky is Bursting with Rainlight
for Angela Humphreys Staley 1965-2016 With sunset comes rain and the sky glows with it. The sky is bursting with rainlight, it sweeps the court of people. Even the giant moths circling the overhead lights hang it up for the night. And for a while we stand together against the fence, our fingers hanging from memories like hooks. The moon closes what the sun begins. On the empty court, puddles of moon light and tell me Angela can’t be smiling there in that light, in that bright, trembling light, and we won’t turn the lights off on her, not tonight, not...
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for Angela Humphreys Staley 1965-2016 Last summer the doctors found a gray smudge on her lung and I found the clouds puffy at the edges like scabs after swimming all day in the lake. And I know scabs aren’t the color of clouds, but how lucky I was weightless with my wife floating in the lake trading words for clouds. I can keep you in perfect peace as you stay close to Me underlined in her bible, lightly the word funeral in the margin. She was headed all the way back to the initial breath like a bubble in reverse. My brother called to say he unplugged her life support. I blew...
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