Friday, October 23, 2009

105 : Shana Youngdahl

To say it doesn't matter anymore is to forget;

hum of the hatch, weight of tomatoes, child.

I lost a friend in her birth bed, mere weeks after I lucked to learn 

my own newborn's language; breast-lunge, mouthing, cry.

I believe in a God of the living and dead—

I sort refuse, wash diapers, shovel compost in the rain.  

I try and try and.