Elegy for a Writer

I walked in slow circles

Around the cathedral

(Insert city)

Now you know

How it is

Calling the moon

Getting lost

Thinking

Of algebra

(Berlin)

Of jazz

(London)

Gypsy lace

(Turku)

 

What does it matter

Whether

Dying is hard

Or easy?

Remember—

Cobblers

Opened shops

Close

To their churches

& people set out

According

To the day

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