Poem:
With Will & Catherine Blake
to Dan Carr
Listen, listen in the woods,
Their voices speak gentle to each other
Of the life they lived together, though their graves are apart.
While the pigeons spin their love call in little circles
And eat the seeds that are spread on the ground,
I discuss the future with and without you.
It was here we came, to Bone Hill those years ago,
Looking for the same things I seek today,
Only now the gate is open
But you are not here
To walk among the graves with me.
It’s raining, my heart …
Take your weary feet home again,
Out of the rain, out of the rain.
By Julia Ferrari