Finding My Mother in an Emily Dickinson Poem
                              found poem
by Andrea Potos

A quietness distilled
as Spring was born to June,
the dusk of breath that drew her
earlier in and then

as imperceptibly as grief
my mother lapsed away
that blue-gold afternoon–

my mother made her light escape
         into the beautiful.



Published in Marrow of Summer (Kelsay Books).



 

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