Sadness has me like a gavotte—
Music slowing
Not without intention
Which is God
In blood.
I understand.
Maybe
I’ve another
Few years
With this
Living face.
This morning
My neighbor
Lonely
Returned books
He’d borrowed
Deep last winter.
I’m especially struck — moved –by the lines at the end. The lonely neighbor returning books — so simple yet incredibly evocative and powerful.
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