Winter Burial
When she died early light
turned the curtains
to gauze. I wilted
spinach for lunch
the hours she spent
zesting lemons
whipping meringue
to peaks. We step
between dunes of ice
she never
liked how snow weighs down
a roof.
Thomas Dooley the artistic director of emotive fruition, a theatre collective where actors collaborate with poets to bring poetry to life on stage. He holds an MFA from New York University, works in creative arts therapy, and is at work on his first book of poems.
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