Rabbit and Rose
for iness little sanderson
i drive toward the arms of the canadian river
it calls to me
jealous of the hudson
murmering beneath my window
through long winter nights
rain sequins the windshield
a shy moon hides itself behind a veil of black clouds
radio stations fade with the passage of miles
in Oklahoma an owl waits silently
amid the rubble of my great-granny’s house
her face shines out from its eyes
its wings brush the cracked edges of memory
grandmother
you were silenced before you could
finish telling me the stories
i am coming home
i am listening everywhere
for your voice.