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Oh these two-candle mornings
the ephemeral veil
between us and the beloved dead
thickens once more
folds over and into itself
leaving us to walk toward these darkening days
accompanied only by the living.
Down in the street
boys have tied a string of cans to a dog’s tail
chase after him
as he tries to run away from it.
Our clanking plagues.
December 10, 2020 at 11:00:00 PM
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