At the old table

At the root

I acquire Grandmother's eye-

glasses wrapped in a handkerchief
place them on the old
kitchen table, watch them gaze 

at what she might have seen last

(with) her heart weakening

a wavering light abruptly quenched

some thirty years ago ―

through an open-wide window
a black bird in flight

a bare upside-down tree

planted in heaven by winter

dreaming of spring

to invert /