Poetry by Kim Malinowski: Drifting On

Poetry by Kim Malinowski: Drifting On


Drifting On

She left me beautifully,
gasp of release in prayer,

and still I look for her
in the fairy circle—mushrooms
the color of her hair.
She doesn’t come.
I am left with the fairies and gnomes.

I dance for the first time since her death.
The drum beats louder.
Sweats the salt out.
Hand and wing we slam out grief,
bring in the warm season.

I follow the mushrooms out into the lane.
The labyrinth closes, and I go to live again.

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