Tuesday Morning Poem

I first saw cancer 

I first saw cancer in winter, rocking gently
as if to mollify a small child by keening
a lullaby. She murmured a promise—
a truss of blossoms.

After a chill, in the thaw of spring,
wisps of hair returned, a limp corkscrew crown
while pain cracked open bones and shred
them into lacy stalks.

Cancer rocked gently again in autumn, smothering
the lumpish soil with a thin coat of saltpeter.
And when it dried out like a codfish on the shore,
she offered her caress.

Floating Bridge Review, 2013
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