TO AN OLD IMMIGRANT WOMAN
---who left her homeland in 1950 [After W. C. Williams]
remembering a day in
childhood a framed picture
of its laughter
in her hand
It looks good to her
It looks good
to her. It looks
good to her.
You can see it by
the way she presses her
lips to the faded sunlight
around the girl
in the picture
Remembered
a smell of days past, sweet
seeming to fill the air
It looks good to her
