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A few poems to browse through now ~
Under the weight of wet snow
a dead branch broke and fell,
I remember, taking the hornets'
tattered gray lantern down with it.
WHY SEEK THE DEAD AMONG THE LIVING?
As hollow as a gutted fish, a hole in the sand,
a cistern cracked along the seam—
There is no filling such emptiness. And yet—
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