Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

                TWO MONTHS AFTER LUC'S DEATH

    The sun  shines through a tall man's  ears,
    making them glow.
    
    Children watch
    the garbage truck through the holes in the wire fence.
    
    The morning goes by--
    passes through the child's sifter in the sandbox.
    
    passes the households immersed in ritual.
    
    The Summer moves forward
    with picnics
    
    and questions
    
    retrace themselves in the bones of her fingers--
    piled high with loss.
    
    

Luc Leplae's Comic pages.