Poem: Stillness

To aver one original thing about it
might quell the storm. To fit
fading impressions to able words,
lending permanence to diminishing reality.
But what can I say now that grief
has infected memory? What phrase
will do you justice? And to think, just
down the road you carry on
in spirited serenity, while here all is
still—in decay.

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