The hot Durango dust
has settled, on the place where she lay.
The sky is still blue,
And the earth is still brown,
Like her eyes, and her hair and her skin.
But she is gone.
And while we search for answers,
And mourn for this ending
She soars.
Leaving the thin, transparent earth
That we call real
And finding Reality and Peace
While we wait, in the dust,
And water the future with our tears
And misunderstandings.
In memory of Daisy M. The niece of my very dear friend, who died while visiting her grandparents in Mexico.
