Blackbird Poetry
An American Heart Stew
And Then ...
Come, let us lie down together...
End of the Day
I Turned My Face
Loss I
Loss II
Summer Morning
The Morning After
Loss II
2005-07-22
I didn't know this then
but when you died
I lived inside that loss
like a wolf in its lair.
No other place has ever been
so empty
or so safe
© 2024, Marilyn Arana Cazon