Elegy for Leslie, a Thirteen-year Old Girl
    Footnotes

    “Elegy for Leslie, a Thirteen-year Old Girl,” Ensign, June 1979, 11

    Elegy for Leslie, a Thirteen-year Old Girl

    Third Place All-Church Poetry Contest

    Not being dressed,

    I had opened the curtains

    Just enough to admit

    Part of this late February morning, which,

    Like water gushing through a crack

    Too small for its force,

    Spurted over the green cloth and into the room.

    I lay wondering

    At the strength

    Of one spray of pyracantha

    Which shot from behind the curtain

    Up and across the opening

    To flourish in such a rushing

    When the phone rang.

    Nothing has changed,

    Nothing but the angle of the light,

    And that only slightly.

    This new branch

    Still spreads its small leaves

    Like putti wings

    To ride the light,

    And who would hinder

    Its flaming?