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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3772 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Lilacs for One Hundred Springs Lisa Janice Cohen for Mama Essie This is not the time of year for lilacs--spare branches frame an ambivalent sky. Spring remains wary of New England and I will have no flowers to brighten your room. I leave the tape recorder, a lifetime of questions packed away and come to you empty handed. The century has betrayed us; we believed in its promise of time, the unspooling of miracles. Death ends all stories, even the ones we tell ourselves when we are afraid. I do not fear the way your hands curl, turn the weight and color of dried leaves. Only the tender green keeps you from drifting away. |
