It’s all I have to bring today— *   
   this and my open palms.
This and my palms, upward held, and the dew   
   and all the wild bluegrass roots.
And June poems writ in early morning  
   our red-feathered couriers will deliver—
dropping them in cornfield rows   
   to scroll across the earth. This and my open
palms and all the honey-scented tulip trees
   that shade our old Kentucky homes   

so we can weep no more
   (well, perhaps, at least)   
weep no more today

*title/first line from Emily Dickinson’s poem
of the same title, inspired by her verse.
With a nod to Stephen Foster.