The Healing Power of Poetry
Jul 9, 1999 -
© Kay Day
between the broad shoulders of the Saluda,
a river you were so like with its crags and snags,
unyielding current tumbling in whitewater revelry.
You chose your last dance,
knew dancing is only for the young or very old,
to praise life, to finalize a celebration.
Jesus danced. He forgave. So I forgive you.
But not myself. Not ever. I think you knew that
before you ever loaded the gun.
©1999/kayday
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