Monday, March 9, 2015

tied to (1000 canoes) 1

1

1000 done
hung
as the weather warms
your wish
to abandon physical pain
to warrant no wrongdoing
to
wring out the last drop of
unruliness
before cancer swept you away

worked

as a group
by a group
these simple untidy things
so clumsy and earnest
become essays into the
" out of "

they are direct as you were
the children like them

if in our always waning watery time here

we leave liquidly
in rare winter light a mark

well then we've rowed ashore
moored
haven't we?

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