Kathryn

A psychic's reading told of Kathryn 
bordering on the blessed 
Damn it 
Found and lost in one short exhale

black hair long and dark 
at first shredded 
now gone 
like the long lost lover.

Invading body memories 
Lilacs cut off 
To satisfy the vendor, 
the consumer, the rapist 
Petals not suppose to fall in May 
Summer is the season

Willows bend near a water source 
almost anywhere in the world 
Hardier than most they seem to flourish 
never minding change, 
or the harshness of the landscape.

A voice says on the radio, 
The foundation is all that is left 
if it can be saved building can start. 
From old facades and frontages 
make it new, one author's sage advice.

Mary Alice Long's questions:

My friend, Kitty, died of the effects of lung cancer after a very short course of treatment. She was my friend and hiking buddy-- Does my poem indicate a sense of enormous loss?

What images are clear?

What imaginings do you have about what is presented in the poem?