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 /

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