began for you
a shock
a sorrow surprising as white rain long
falling when the sun is shining and chalk
pictures
fade intense
layers
down the river that is not a river
only colors mixing in high clouds
{H}our
sun raking
years
sensible as plucked gray, hairs belonging
to you, surprised to receive a silver river
of high
shining sunlight.
Sixty
may have been a shock, a sorrow, loosed
footing several months or the whole 365
in 50
weeks of leaning
back
into 59, wary stability
would arrive
in time.