As the sun set it turns the sky,
and the puffy clouds, a soft apricot.
We pass GRAVE after grave
You sound out each name,
asking questions about how they died.
I’ve been AWAKE so long, little sleep
yet hand in hand with you,
I could stroll this cemetery for hours.
PASTE this memory into our book,
scraps of tenderness, cushioning the blows.
BATHE me, I need new life
This walk, a twilight baptism.

Heather