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Ivy

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by Debra Ifill, for outsideleft.com
originally published: April, 2007
A new poem by Debra Ifill
by Debra Ifill, for outsideleft.com
originally published: April, 2007
A new poem by Debra Ifill

IVY

The hesitation I felt
When I heard her old voice
Calling.
I wasn't prepared for the image
That floated into the
Mirror frame.
She then came to me and
Threw her arms
Around my back and
As she drew her wilted
Hand to her chest
I felt my own heart
Beating harder;
Climbing my throat.

Every day she laid
Like a fowl
Under her blue blankets
With a beast
Growing from her mind.
The dirty smell of cat
Haunted the
White transparent curtains (I had just washed).
And as they floated down in the air
And spread like wings from my arms,
I saw her standing through them,
One hand on her
Hip
The other saluting the sun;
Her floral dress
Proud as a flag
Waving behind her.

I left her in the same pose,
Only waving at me.
The sky cracked a
Thin, white smile through the fog,
And a million eyes
Watched me ride off
Into the charcoal mist,
Where Heaven waited for me
At the end of a
Long, wet road.

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