local_library The Butterfly Urn

by Meg Smith

Published in Issue No. 281 ~ October, 2020

In memory of Lawrence Carradini


When you rolled, easy into dusk,

only your breath falling, urging, ceasing —

I made the way ready.

All creatures came to you,

your wings, your ears, eyes.

I will bring you home from the fire,

in this vessel, engraved with your friends —

in some silent, fearless flight.

Keep my name here, on earth.

These wings cast no sound,

just as I keep your name.