A long line
of people
march
from here
to the horizon
A line of those
who have passed through
who have known
who have loved
and have left me
A line
a life line
of my life
of those who have
walked away
My heart aches
to stand alone
and watch
to watch
as you join their
number
to watch
as you wave
and walk away
to watch
as you become
a speck
on the horizon
in the line that
marches
from here
to forever.
July 26,1993
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