Dorothy Doyle Mienko
AN UNFORGETTABLE POEM
I read today Roses
for Miles: a still
photograph
of a mother sitting
with baby taken
posthumously
maybe it was the rose
wreath around its head
or everything in white
or how the poet told
of cold Wyoming winters:
the baby's mouth
thin, a black crescent, fixed
a frozen negative
of the moon.
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Grand Rapids, Michigan
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