Scott Simpson · Poetry

My Daughter's Goodbye

Selected Poems 1989 to 2009 · source pages 226

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Source page 226

Her hand is small

fine white fingers

and behind her

trees are swaying

dust rises behind

my car

and she grows

smaller

framed

by my rear-view mirror

her hand now only

a blade of grass

swaying swaying

and I am thirsty

as the weeds

our dirt road coats

with powder

and my daughter

with such small hands

waves

until I lose sight

of all but my own

leaving