The Intervening Poem by Richard George
The Intervening
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My father died ten years ago today.
How faint the feeling is, a veil of grey.
What happens to our grief? It sinks below
and turns into the us that we don't know,
the sodium chloride of the tears we weep,
the DNA, the blood, the dreamless sleep
cushioned by three thousand diary slips.
Monday, April 18, 2005
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4/24/2024 11:25:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sharp and insightful images. a well-crafted poem