"If I Have Made You Up"
If I have made you up
are you less real than the cloudless sky
the weatherman promised before the heavens fell open
and what is more beautiful or lasting
the torn photo your father carried
in his billfold for years
until the worn creases on your little girl's face
had etched traces of the future in your eyes
or the pictures
we saved of all the times we never dared record at all
yet live on and on like pressed flowers
or a nearly forgotten song
with no nourishment save the memory of love
the blackbird sheen of its final goodbye
© 2005 Native Dancer
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