Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Book. by Wanye F. Burke



my sister, the nurse
was a legend on the
maternity ward
she loved to work
spent her holidays
at the hospital
we never got along
growing up together
she stayed in her room
at home
only later did we
talk
in emails back & forth
she bought and read each one
of my published books
and then
she died
and in the dream I had
came back to sit beside me
on a couch
snuggled close
and read to me
from a book she held--
something that she never did

in "real" life.


Wayne F, Burke's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of publications. He has published five full-length poetry collections, 4 with Bareback Press, and one with Alien Buddha Press. Plus two poetry chapbooks with Epic Rites Press. He lives in the central Vermont area, USA.

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