In the mouth of two rivers
Lie the ashes of a woman.
Some spilled onto an island
Where gray bunny coats dot the scene.
She used to shake out furs...
The ultimate in clean -
Starched...blued...her linens.
I drank her cherry wine
And sang in a language
Where "hvylin" means "minutes".
And now,
Wild grape and maple leaves entwine
Over the mouth of two rivers.
Maria
© Copyright: Athena, 2004
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