"Memorial Day" - Michael Anania

 
 
"Memorial Day" - Michael Anania
 
It is easily forgotten, year to
year, exactly where the plot is,
though the place is entirely familiar —
a willow tree by a curving roadway 
sweeping black asphalt with tender leaves;

 
damp grass strewn with flower boxes,
canvas chairs, darkskinned old ladies
circling in draped black crepe family stones, 
fingers cramped red at the knuckles, discolored 
nails, fresh soil for new plants, old rosaries;

 
such fingers kneading the damp earth gently down 
on new roots, black humus caught in grey hair 
brushed back, and the single waterfaucet,
birdlike upon its grey pipe stem,
a stream opening at its foot.

 
We know the stories that are told,
by starts and stops, by bent men at strange joy 
regarding the precise enactments of their own 
gesturing. And among the women there will be 
a naming of families, a counting off, an ordering.

 
The morning may be brilliant; the season
is one of brilliances — sunlight through
the fountained willow behind us, its splayed 
shadow spreading westward, our shadows westward, 
irregular across damp grass, the close-set stones.

 
It may be that since our walk there is faltering,
moving in careful steps around snow-on-the-mountain, 
bluebells and zebragrass toward that place
between the willow and the waterfaucet, the way 
is lost, that we have no practiced step there,
and walking, our own sway and balance, fails us.
 
 
"Memorial Day" by Michael Anania appeared in Selected Poems(1994). Of the inner-city Omaha schools where he was educated Anania has said, "Standing up and saying you were a poet would be a little bit like standing up and saying you were a target."

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