A Surprise Phone Call, on Day of the Dead
by nmtoomey
A Surprise Phone Call, on Day of the Dead
For Helen
After the afternoon dishes,
Sara drove to the cemetery,
she was looking for you
but couldn’t find the stone,
sat down beneath a tree instead.
She wasn’t surprised
when the birds came.
Dozens of them,
appeared out of nowhere
and shot up
to the five-o’clock
east coast moon.
She picked up her phone.
The sky
is purple orange,
she said, and it’s dangling
like a dream catcher,
above all the dead bodies,
and all the living ones too.