Blue Memories

How could I ask
the hardest question
I know it will shatter
a broken heart.

Red ribbons and a feathered
palls cover old ivory coffins.
Every year we laugh
that joyous laugh as
we watch the sunset.
I remember that Western sky.

Weeping willows taunt children
angels touch hands with humans
the sky falls under the rise
and call of the shadowed crow
in the brightest of day
who can remain in the dark.