Peripheral Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Peripheral
Has anyone died since I've been gone?
Something of note occurred?
Mother, you always worry so
We would have sent you word
Has anyone called since I've been gone?
Left messages for me?
Mother, there's not a single one
Your diary is free
I look outside to the empty space
Where they felled the cypress tree
And no bird mourns or misses its loss
In that cold vacancy
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