Snow

So light, delicate.
But under its weight trees crack.
Roofs collapse. Hearts fail.

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David Bowie

The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.

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January thaw

Sodden ground swampy
a mash of leaves, plants, flowers
once distinct, now soup.

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Afterwards

We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.

Mortality

That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.

Respects

They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.

At 22

You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.

 

 

Mike’s death

Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.

Dizziness diagnosis

He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.

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