Dorothy Doyle Mienko


AN UNFORGETTABLE POEM

I read today Roses
for Miles
: a still
photograph
 
of a mother sitting
with baby taken
posthumously
 
maybe it was the rose
wreath around its head
or everything in white
 
or how the poet told
of cold Wyoming winters:
the baby's mouth
 
thin, a black crescent, fixed
a frozen negative
of the moon. 



Location: Grand Rapids, Michigan
Email: ddm525@comcast.net
Experience: Guest Editor : February, 2002 & July, 2003







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