Our lives have been
rising and falling together; a feather drifts in mesoscale
and we, the fowl mites
travel.
CLR
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eulogy
If I had known how you would die,
would I have loved you more?
No--
For whatever you were living,
you were also dying for.
And
You are just a sample
of things that I have lost
no matter if I loved you,
take note our paths have crossed.
CLR 4/17
for Grandaddy:
There’s a tiny window
between birth and death
(The day you are born and you die.)
They are minutes and hours
Dressed up like years
To say our hello and goodbye.
Hello in the morning goodbye at night,
The moments between them,
You work and you fight.
To breathe and to live
to one hundred and one,
that's what you did,
and that's what you done.
clr 2017