Like an arrow piercing a summer day,

the news comes-a good friend,

a relative, an old love- all anticlimatic

after our life givers take the walk.

A new fissure in the heart

to remind, no matter

how dear, love can't deter

that  parade through the horizon.

In quiet times, the tally starts-

names and faces paper the walls,

until beyond the window

a robin is seen feeding her babies.

01/06/2004

Posted on 01/07/2004
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