Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

An Uncomplicated Hymn

This morning,
when the sky turned grey
and the rain came,
I ran.
Pearl Harbor leaves scars
and those forced to eat mice
and corn
will not come
if I wash the dead.
My fingers
are an uncomplicated hymn
sung in quarter notes
and triplets.
Did I mention I knew you once?
We were young girls
with dreams
that rose like elevators
to the sky.
I did not know that in the end
I would outgrow my own shoes.