Eucalyptus trees wave and blur

      a memory of yourself 

          coming back


                                      and me 
                                             seeing you

                                   not as mother,     but as woman


                Spider web of flowers urging you on 


And him

                           waiting somewhere in the distance


             final rays of sunlight    caress your cheek

                                yesterday,

      when you were still    

                                         on the edge of the canyon

Before I Die N.M. Festival October