A Widow Talks to God
When She Can't Find Anything

Says mostly thank you
when she goes looking,

and does, defends sadness
no matter how you divert her

To stake out joy she could
and does re-open a present

First she rewraps it in blue
pulls out an unexpurgated book

from a Boulder address
now in a bag marked fragile

picks up the bookmark for
the Buttons Made into Pins

fashioned out of a blade of sliced fan
with a rose button at the tip

A lonely nose breathing

And here we are:
I read about Eleanor Roosevelt

taking flying lessons
from Amelia Earhart

but Franklin stopped all that
By then he couldn't walk

and he was protecting her
but she was soaring

A lonely nose