AT MT. AUBURN CEMETERY

                     In memory of my mother, again

I was standing at your earthly bed,
you were lying there stone dead.
It turns out you really understood
the essential fact we must--or should.
No, those who found you too time-obsessed,
melancholy, frequently depressed,
and dreamed they'd wake to endless suns,
are now revealed the impractical ones.

November 8, 1991

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