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                      morning

                                   is it just fanciful to think
                                   that it rained all the day you died
                                          and I freshly grieved
                                          the hundred times that
                                          I’d forgotten and then
                                          remembered again
                                   and it blew all the night you died
                                          and I recited my prayers
                                          and thought my thoughts
                                          trying hard to keep my mind
                                          on the emptiness you had become

                                                              but this morning the sky
                                                              is bright bright blue and
                                                              the fir trees are leaning
                                                              here and there not quite sure
                                                              what they are doing here
                                                              all brushed up now
                                                              clean and bristling

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

… in memory of: Bob 1995-2012
blue sky & green & rain & sky & wind wormhole: Bob // 1995/2012
cat & death & lifetimes wormhole: mourning
fir wormhole: perched
morning wormhole: duck calls

 

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