Finally now, we see below us
The abyss over which we have traveled
All these years the whisper- thin
Web of our imagining
...
I did nothing special
On the day
They put the two youngsters
In their graves
...
From a really true dream
wings are grown
And the dream it will fly
...
Since you are gone the stones lie differently along the ground
and words that are the same now have a different sound
-and-
sharp and clear in early dawn there is a road I cannot travel on
...
How when you are dead
Will you touch other hearts
Unless now when you can
You lay bare your own?
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This day will never begin again
(Nor this hour, nor this minute)
I will look carefully to see what is in it
...
A yellow dress for sale
Worn only twice
As good as new
At a very low price
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So many birds twittering outside my little window, chirping,
chortling, and hop, hop hopping about
All eating, eating, eating with great gusto, bread crumbs, little tidbits,
...
Some goodbyes may be said
In the heart and alone
Long before the final hour
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