Saturday, December 17, 2011

Chosen

There is a great clamoring down here
Christopher
snow falling
rain flooding
Death lies taxes
continue as moths appear
suddenly everywhere signalling with
flicking wings a fleeting intimacy
a post coital word, glance, photo or less
having warmed themselves
by your constant fire

this distant heart feels
strange loss puzzlement
no, it is joy that you are
were
unencumbered
free

Prayers require no permission
I pray kaddish will be said

12.17.11
r.singer

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