Orange and black, The Halloween Flight of a monarch to the expectant Mexican village. You’ve become ritual, Falling into place, a puzzle To memorialize the dead. In the face of so much death You are an impossibility Made possible You are faith & mystery Made manifest.
This communion of music And water sought you. You walked into the Wolf River Fully clothed, Singing a familiar song, Moving toward an unfamiliar place. You floated on your back, Like Ophelia, arms Stretched out like a dark snow angel. Forever after The river would be blue And wanting.