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after you died
we sat there

just the two of us
in complete silence

your eyes
were still open

so i stood up
reached across

your quiet body
and closed them

i held your hand
until the doctor arrived

then he and i signed
the death certificate

soon after that
two men

from the funeral parlor
took your body

my mother
your daughter

sent an email today
reminding me

that had you lived
you would have been

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the sun yawns awake
tips of light touch the tree line
color in pieces
the sun untethered
halfmoon hangs the morning sky
the blue light of snow
these winter trees sigh
midnight hangs the thinnest moon
comfortable dreams
full moon sounds its bell
let the castles call the clouds
make me that promise
from behind the clouds
who are you really, dear moon?
one of life’s secrets
yellow red orange
she weaves the autumn trees
tresses unleaving
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