Electromagnetic
by Vivian Wagner
My mother came to me
in sunlight after she died,
and she still lives there,
in that haunted spectrum
from star to moon,
streetlight to cat’s eye,
where she finds a
flickering, eternal voice.
My mother came to me
in sunlight after she died,
and she still lives there,
in that haunted spectrum
from star to moon,
streetlight to cat’s eye,
where she finds a
flickering, eternal voice.