Meg Hutchinson Ready
Perhaps the years of grieving have left me I think the summer is upon us The cars roll into Cedar Grove under the bright June sun But I, I am not among them now Maybe I'm ready I run at night down beside the river The lanterns shine red from the graves No more lonely kitchen tables No more sorrow picking at my brain No I belong to the day now Maybe I'm ready The trolley screams and lurches towards the city And I stare at my own eyes in the glass and I smile to think How far I've come from the dull roar of loss And everything seems quiet now I can hear the ice cream truck one street over June weeds lunge up past the railing All my socks have worn holes From this long winter and this longer spring But I don't have to wear them anymore Maybe I'm ready
