IN MEMORIAM

S. Auberle

THE MORNING AFTER

Doves are murmuring

under my eaves

this morning after tragedy.

Write, they're saying,

because there is nothing else

you can do.

Write, because it hurts,

sometimes, to breathe

the air of this world.

Write,

and when you come to the end

of words,

pray

and think of wings.

- mimi