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fragments


the mighty daytime gale becomes the night breeze
blows dust and debris from the floor
to cloud the fullness of my moon


becomes a passing breath
a gentle sigh too soon
calls death
heaves
lies still
breathes and breathes no more
through the twigs and branches of my trees


my dad




in shards of things he said
he did
he moved
he penned
he laughed


my dad


gave to me, now deep
within, organic in my dark
feeding my heart, light


my dad


shines on my footsteps
shades my voice and
sweeps my soul, bless


my dad





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