Sonnets From Other Lives: Margarita
A thousand crows are swirling overhead.
Margarita stares upward—enthralled.
She’s stepped outside to walk off the regret
for the angry words exchanged when Stella called.
The wind is angry too, as are the birds
squawking in a storm of clouds & leaves.
Her daughter’s bitterness leaves an absurd
emptiness in her--for that she grieves.
The pictures she’s put up over the years
show a princess smiling at her mother’s lens.
Now it’s all regret, anger, and tears.
She knows she’ll never know that child again.
She’ll let things cool a week & then she’ll try
to call again.
The crows can have their sky.
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