Washing Away – Poem by Greg Kerstetter

Poetry by Greg Kerstetter

We tossed the
ashes on a
yellowed meadow
one blue September
Day. Winter rain
washed her gray,
black grains away.

Unsure where to
find her decades
later, I hike
two days to
trail’s end, where
I sit and stare
at a gray-winged
dragonfly lit
on my knee.
Dark eyes forward
she returns
the interest.

About the Poet

Greg Kerstetter writes, teaches, and plays in western Massachusetts. Each spring, he plants a riotous, unplanned garden and wonders all summer why it’s so hard to keep weeded. He finds plenty of tomatoes and poems there.

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