to the departed
2008/12/21 in poems
to the departed
by tanner brockwell
to the departed
where with the cold winds
the night has become
some monument
and the sky lowering
in the blank dark fretful
too close surrounded and far
into the imaginings
that fill some deep need
or away bouncing the sent
round glass stopped with wax
a small note written on yellow paper
only enough space to write out
be free
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