My brother sends poems
from heaven.
He tells me to write
about the dead rabbit
on the road
and how I moved him
slowly
into the ditch,
how he came to rest
beside
the first
daffodil
of spring.
A Play of words, poetry in motion
My brother sends poems
from heaven.
He tells me to write
about the dead rabbit
on the road
and how I moved him
slowly
into the ditch,
how he came to rest
beside
the first
daffodil
of spring.