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GENESSA -- CABIN IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS!
a poem by Gail M Feldman
Driving up the White Mountains
you, me and Oggi
(may her ashes rest in peace)
from the hangover heat of summer
into the brilliance of autumn.
Oggi shivered outside your grandmother's cabin.
The lake was cold. We drank all of it,
you and I in our cupped hands and Oggi with her long tongue.
I almost blew us up trying to use the old gas oven; you saved us.
Did we sleep well? I never sleep but the house was at once
musty and crisp, and the silence may have lulled me.
You and Oggi slept in a tangle of man and dog: your love
transcends seasons, transcends memory, transcends mere death;
I see you still in her fawn arms.
Credit: Photo of Erik and Oggi by Gail M Feldman
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