The esteemed procession,
gowns, hats, enduring,
elaborate Medieval ritual,
for Lisa, reverential music,
we were her ears and eyes,
her mouth, to say thank you,
drink and eat the food
put out there, in her honour
Lisa's no longer
with us,
a conferral
of the degree
Doctor of Letters
was planned,
agreed to,
and performed,
for all those
attending,
all those
grieving bits
and pieces,
full of hope
and goodwill,
she left behind
Lisa, now a proper PhD
at La Trobe University,
surely, not expected
to be present in any way,
not really, but, you see,
overhead, on the way
back to the bus stop,
all those strident, boisterous
families of sulphur-crested
cockatoos, and, so many,
on their way home,
and, exactly, at that time
sense of heavy loss, and the cockatoos bring it into sharper focus, by way of contrast. nice
ReplyDeletethank you, I'd love to be able to pull it into sharper focus, still, somehow
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