grandmother poem

the single clenched fist lifted and ready
of sun nor stars
let me be sad
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
long has the summer sunlight shone
when i go back to earth
there are gains for all our losses
there is no flock, however watched and tended
did you ever see an alligator
desolate and lone
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the long resounding marble corridors