Where does one go
who has no one
to mourn with?
A poem.I grieve for you alone
This is my Transit of Carole:
gold timbers
of an apartment
that squawking dog
you, thereThe gray datsun z
you were a rad lady
so 1980s
in your ancient south Omaha walkupI don’t really remember much more
warm laughter
Maternal but not from day one
you were not a regular personbut now you’re gone
like all of us you ____.
we saw it coming
but didn’tGoodbye Grandma Carole
I grieve for you
alone
but as family does1,500 miles away
though connected by love lines
my loved ones
we all miss youGoodnight, and safe travels.
And thus ends my Transit of Carole.
My Transit of Carole
Adam F.C. Fletcher 