Fragments and remnants
(We who still bide time),
Joined by blood,
Bound by common memory,
Gather on a Winter's day
To celebrate Life:

The old folks,
That small white house
On North First West,
Siblings, cousins, Pocatello
Connections, even
Well-loved neighbors--

Disperse now, dwindle
Down to even beyond
The edgy fragments:
Remnant reminiscences
Poised to finally disengage
Themselves forever.

02/08/2012

Author's Note: Uncle Jay's funeral.

Posted on 02/09/2012
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