Your good-bye arrives devoid of return address,
all well-wishes and finality.
I do not yet know your meaning of good-bye.
So I check obituaries for ghosts of present, future,
or past, that may never come.
That shifting mirages will haunt my dreams
is my only certainty:
Tag: death
On the Death of Pop Pop
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Twilight
branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a skeleton
black against the periwinkle sky
reach for wings gone
branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a lotus cluster
black against the periwinkle sky
reach for wings to come
(feat. in The Open Culture Collective)
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