On the shores of Lethe....

Death,
where did you learn
those queenly
manners and big-hearted ways?
You must have watched her days
so thickly
crowned with May-singing, until
Death.


Think.
Withold it, Cate.
make a fist,
keep the small ones for tomorrow
out of sight. You can borrow
the old list
if needed. Wait.
Think.