The Parting Bed (2024)
Amy Miller
Some come to
offer a keepsake, perhaps a good luck coin,
or bead or pale regret,
as words weary
in the shadow-shapes rising
on the shuttered window wall.
But you come quiet still.
There’s snow and pine about
your breath
though I can tell it shames you.
Silence sits kindly, but better yet
make up a tale, simple or true
the kind that starts with you
and me making bread, each step
from start to end or maybe
building snowmen in the sand
on Piper beach.
Then tell it twice and tell again.
My gift to you, your gift
to me a story, the light
within our leaving.
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