[I won’t be able to write from the grave] by Fanny Howe

[I won’t be able to write from the grave]

 

I won’t be able to write from the grave

so let me tell you what I love:

oil, vinegar, salt, lettuce, brown bread, butter,

cheese and wine, a windy day, a fireplace,

the children nearby, poems and songs,

a friend sleeping in my bed–

 

and the short northern lights.