On One River We Listen to Music of Another River
by Athena Kildegaard

We took turns tossing your ashes with a cup— purple violets, a spring flower, hardy, despite seeming frail—though I reached in to touch your ash. Our bodies were cool in the May breeze, swallows swept insects before them, cars trundled across the bridge upriver from where we stood on sand. After we let your ashes … Continue reading On One River We Listen to Music of Another River
by Athena Kildegaard